Wind

All the people in Iceland will know why the topic of todays post, is "Wind". A friend of Sebastian, who arrived today at Keflavík had to wait four hours in the plane, because they were not able to dock on the airport. Half of Snaefellsness is impassable and even parts of the ringroad are marked as closed due to heavy winds over 30m/s. This day also made me think about our planned trip in the highlands. We will need a damn good constructed tent for this conditions. Anyway. Going to Samkaup was fun. Going back was not. It´s just some fucking moving air, but damn it matters wether it blows in your face or in your back. 

This pic is from a trip so Snaefellsnes, where it is basically windy all the time. As Eric said "we had a really great time until Marcus got shot in the back" (at least it looks like it) We really had to try hard to conquer the wind and reach the beach. Haha... now I can even say it. Peeing is also quite hard under this conditions: So I tried to get some shelter behind a stone, but this made the aircurrents even more unpredictable. So the fluid went up (i have never seen this before) and then somehow back again... haha.. yeah it was as well raining a bit. I was the master of disguise... MUAHAHAHAHAH!!! To my defense it was 25 m/s.

Do you sometimes  had the feeling that in Iceland whereever you go the wind is blowing in your face. Or at least also in your face (because sometimes I have the feeling the wind is coming from all four directions at the same time). But this is over now. At least for me. The wind is carrying me. It is blowing from the back. With at least 30m/s. My roads are cloased. There is only one direction left to go. Towards an end of this ERASMUS-Iceland. My god, I have no idea what I am writing here. I write, that it is over soon. But, that cannot be. It just started. I can remember. It was just some time ago when I arrived in Seydisfjödur. And all the people I met. Going to Landmannalaugar with Bob, Victor, Radka and Domenico. Ruining my car at Hekla, and still heaving one of the most beatiful hikes in my life. Making "Käsespätzle" in Djupavík bathing at Krossnesslaug directly at the sea (this picture will always stay in my mind, the beautiful orange sunset behind the mountains), haha.. jumping in Jökulsárlon, just to make a photo and show off with it (it worked!), our nice little near-death-experience in the Eastfjords, or Nina, who took a crap about knee-deep snow, and just continued walking with her fucking convers-shoes and my jacket, which was at least five sizes too big for her. So many beatiful memories, and so many nice people to share it with... damnit ... right now, it feels like the wind will just blow you off the cliff. Like the german tourist in Látrabjarg. Haha, and while he felt down, he continued making photos of himself smiling; at least that is our theory. And I kind of like it. And as I fall down  I will just grab the edge with my little finger. Return in summer and give Iceland an ending, which it deserves (from North to South), hopefully a happy one. And then I will just let it go. And realize that just half a meter under my feet there is the safe ground. There is just this short moment of uncertainty. The moment where you realize you released the edge, but don´t feel the ground already. But after this, there is this great freedom again, of doing what you like to do, seeing the people you love and going to the places you want to. And after this time here in Iceland I know much more about it. And at the same time much less. It is like the wind. You don´t know from which direction it is coming. But somehow you are really happy that it is there.