In Snefflls Iokulis kraterem kem delibat umbra Skartaris Iulii intra kalendas deskende, audas uiator, te terrestre kentrum attinges. Kod feki. Arne Saknussemm.
Away from computers for awhile, as I’ve spent some time out in Iceland’s spectacular landscape. The interior of the island is virtually uninhabited, but even the coastal areas are largely mountains bare of trees, roads, buildings and people. The mountainsides are extraordinarily steep, and often unclimbable as they consist of loose pebbles on which you can get little foothold. You look for patches of green, which usually mean the slope is gentle enough for the mosses and grasses to take hold. Most of the mountains are slabs created by ancient lava flows, and they are broken into cliffs of astonishing sharpness. Mixed in with these are volcanic cinder-cones. It is possible to walk enormous distances, with an unimpeded view of many miles, and not see a single person. But you always run across sheep, and, in lower areas, untended horses. Walking over long stretches of this landscape requires a willingness to accept sudden and unpleasant changes of weather. It may be warm and sunny, but an icy wind may pick up at any time, or rain clouds roll in within minutes. Read more »



