The landscape changes dramatically into what I would call tundra desert. Glacial ice can still be seen filling the spaces between mountains, but the fields of lush grasses are replaced with volcanic rock. I wander out into this like a magnet going to True North. I’m being guided by a higher force, a vortex of power pulling me towards something bigger….

As I get closer to the the town of Vik, my final destination of this leg, the landscape turns back to Icelandic green. I see boys going fly fishing, couples having quiet picnics in the undisturbed wilderness, sheep grazing on hillsides that create picturesque scenes.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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