week twenty six

for our small escape

we took the four roommates

and headed towards

good, better, west

or in other words

the Westfjords

one more time

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the plan was to go

to places we have

not yet been

to color another road

we’ve never driven before

Rauðisandur, the red beach

pitch a tent with the sunset

shaken by the wind in the night

wake up to sunshine

perfect for a swim

in the 10°C ocean

and Látrabjarg, the bird cliff

almost blew us away

the views and the smell

were simply breathtaking

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we had our one mandatory salmon

straight from/in the Westfjords

and embarked on a mission

to find a hot pool

for Sara’s birthday at midnight

we chose to cross an F road

F66 over the fjords

in our Nissan Qashqai

that was only maybe

meant for this road

we met one abandoned car

parked in the middle of the road

and crossed 27 rivers

because her birthday

was the next day

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we found a pool in a greenhouse

had the vegan chocolate cake

waiting patiently for two days

in the glovebox of the car

saw horses escape

the cutest greenhouse cat

sang a birthday song

blew out candles

and had some wine

until 2 AM

and then pitched a tent

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the next day

we decided to risk it

and drove on fumes

60 km back to the gas station

to take a detour out of the fjords

and into the Highlands

driving down the cloud

that covered F35

to visit the Hveravellir area

and spend the night

at home, sweet home (tent)

Kerlingarfjöll, freezing

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that is how I said goodbye

to my favourite parts

of this island

what follows

is a lot of crying

and a summary

of my travel home

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Thursday was the most

beautiful summer day

with 20°C until the evening

when we went for an ice cream

sOOs

headed home in the sunset

to spend the evening

with all the good people

who make Mikla a home

a little bit of books

a cake and candles

for both mine & Sara’s birthday

a long Gartic Phone

until the morning arrived

when it was time to leave

and let the tears flow

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the sunrise was beautiful

but I couldn’t see it well

the car was so dirty

and the tears were plenty

we could see the volcano

spilling over from Reykjavik

and I saw it from above

from the plane

there wasn’t a cloud in the sky

it was Iceland’s way

to say thank you