week twenty four

As promised, Skógafoss with tourists!

probably the most

uneventful week of my stay

as the camp ended

my logistics career began

with well-deserved days off

of writing reports

and shopping for items

made in China

why do we bring souvenirs

to our loved ones from places

they have never been?

I decided not to

I can feel the end is near

I’m starting to do some

things for the last time

this week I had

my last cleanup with Papa Dive

I’m not sure if I was crying

because of the plastic beach

we cleaned for the fourth time

or the fact that I will never again

hear his motivational speeches

until we meet again

watch me create

an army of Blue-Black-White

the volcano saw me visit

one more, the seventh time

it knows me by name already

and I’m still not sure about hers

but after 20 minutes

of sitting, waiting for a show

the burning hill so far away

threw out some orange lava

the tourists grabbed their phones

and recorded their gasps

in eachother’s videos

we barely heard

the rumble of liquid Earth

and cracking of moving ground

under the pinnacle of stupidity

walking 50 meters onto

the fresh lava field

I did my very last presentation

about food waste to a camp

with participants from the same countries

with the same solutions

I heard about 5 months ago

did we already solve the problem?

also TooGoodToGo will

make an appearance

as long as it’s up to me

and my ambitions

to make it happen

I also drove

my very last South Shore

in probably the southernmost

cloud in the country

saw the sun at home glacier

(this language is literally literal)

melting away as if

it’s in a microwave

with groups of Americans

walking on top

the black beach was still

black and full of tourists

Skógafoss gave us two rainbows

and no photo without them on it

otherwise a long fun day

of coffee in an ice cream cup

and porridge made with love

for future records

return to this country

in May or June

July is officially autumn

it’s raining all the time

but Estonia awaits

with its heat wave ending

right before I return

after two more weeks

I don’t think I fully realize

what that means

and neither does everyone else

I’m in the middle

of being at peace

and crying too much

As long as you don’t ask halfway through the 2-hour hike if it’s worth it, you deserve to see the volcano behind the cloud.
If the volcano decides to show itself of course.
My melting Iceland ice cream cup will be the second most important item I need for travelling and surviving in the office (coffee is the first).
One thing is to see the volcano & it’s flowing lava. Another thing is to feel it, and this burning hill will never provide that sensation anymore. Where am I supposed to cook my marshmallows now?
Almost looks like the Highlands, but it’s actually the volcano’s neighbor!
More clouds!
The saddest piece of glacier in this country.
A low-tide, low-visibility black beach gave me one last look look at the clumsy birds of the souvenir shops.
Mandatory porridge at the beach picture!
If you know, you know.. who said closed gates are a problem?
One last time.

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