Iceland has become the Neverending Story of Michael Ende, and is that to find reality, you have to turn away and go through the fantastic. So I’ll say it in a more up-to-date way, the winter is coming, a motto that comes to me perfectly, because here, almost touching the north pole, it’s a cold place, and because it’s one of the shooting locations of Games of Thrones, and like Jon Snow, I do not know nothing. Nor of the luck I have had to survive the storm of Hofn, or to have reached the end without the need for a snowplow. Welcome to the last color of the Icelandic flag, white, like ice.
Of all the adventures I have in Europe, these last few weeks have been the most impressive of all. I survived the wrath of the wind, the glacial river of early September, with the only sustenance of the rivers and what I wore. But I have learned that the purest beauty is the simplest of all. Welcome to the highlands of Iceland.
I know what you’re all thinking, why wind and not ice? Is not that the missing element of the Icelandic flag? You are right, it is the white color of his brand new flag that I miss for writing, but despite having successfully overcome the Snæfellsjökull glacier, perfect excuse for the headline, it has not been the king of these days of route. I have struggled with the blizzard thousands of times, but it has been the first time i almost exhausted my existence, and is that with the wind we can not play. Next time I’m sailing!
This second part of the most adventurous island, for excellence or for commercial convenience, comes full of unforgettable moments, with a catastrophic end. Since I left Husavik, the days have flown by the speed of light. I’ve toured landscapes that seem difficult to place in real life, just like in a Hollywood movie. Without further ado, I present the second color of the Icelandic flag, red, fire. Action!
My main idea in Iceland was to write one or two posts at most, but due to the magnitude of events, script requirements and the amazing landscape of this island, I have been changed my opinion. There may be more parts than I could ever have imagined, but in nine hundred kilometers I have done I got anecdotes to write a book. I always thought that the Camino de Santiago was my most intense trip, but once again I was mistaken. Welcome to the first part of an unforgettable story.
I know you’re all waiting for my next post on the trip, but today I do not want to talk about it. Today I want to write about a phrase that led me to be the man I am today, a slogan so powerful as to make the most distrustful and pessimistic person into someone capable of achieving all his goals and channeling all bad energies into positivity. Live the life you would like to write. And this prayer is not telling us to go to the neighborhood bookstore for pencil and paper, is telling us to live once and for all as we would like to live, without complexes or fears. Be yourself.
There are moments of the journey that are of the passage, simply sections that have to be transited to go from point A to B and so on. But in travel as in life there is nothing written. These days had nothing planned with more social interest than the cape of Skagen, known by the clash of seas between the Baltic Sea and the Atlantic Ocean and by the amount of painters who have recorded in their paintings moments of that enormous end of sand. But the writers of this story, which is my life, have decided that I deserved emotive moments, and times when I would have to control my temper and use my wits to achieve goals. Never in my life had I spent so much time looking out to sea…
There is nothing like stopping to think that is what you have done these last two weeks of travel. It is not by routine, incompatible word in an adventure trip, is by absorbing all the information acquired and learned on route. When you seem to have had a quiet week and with hardly any important things to tell, you realize that is when more things have to explain, because moments require time to learn from them. A simple trip a priori between two Scandinavian capitals has become a master class of art, history, culture and human generosity.
I return to the tracks after a long winter break. My stay in the Norwegian capital has left a mark on me, I have experiences there like to write a book, but this is a blog about my travels not a reality TV show, so I will not write about my days in Oslo. I will just say THANK YOU to all those who have been with me these last months, my friends, ex-co-workers and flatmates (I have remarked to my flatmates not to tell me that I do not talk about them like on the radio). It is always difficult to leave the people you appreciate behind. I think that as time goes by it costs more, but I will also say that my idea of continuing has never been more stubborn. In Oslo I have found people who after seven months have come to appreciate, and even love on my way, are and will be friends for all life. But the long stays have not been good of me in recent times, so many days stopped lost my track and myself. It’s time to meet me again. Continue Reading
Time flies and doesn’t stop. Two years since I left Ireland. I have traveled 20 countries, 16,046 kilometers and millions of experiences that I can’t fit into a single video.
I want to thank Txarango for this wonderful song that fills our soul with joy and inspired me to make this video. Thank you!
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