After 3 whole months of intense crying and stress-starving, I finally found a sliver of strength to book myself a ticket out of Singapore. 2 weeks in London was the perfect way to heal my damaged soul and now that I'm back, things are slowly starting to fall into place. I won't elaborate for fear of jinxing it, and we all know what a pessimist I am.
Taking the next 20 minutes to finish my book and plan out the rest of my life (as you can tell I don't plan on living very long).
The rest of my films from Iceland have finally been developed after sitting in my camera for a good 6 months, and Oh my god I can't wait to go back in September.
In other news - I'm working on something very new, completely out of my comfort zone, and I'm hoping to launch it in February. Everyone has been so supportive so far, the only thing that is weighing me down is this giant load of self-doubt. I am hoping this will open new doors and help so many people, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.
In the meantime: sleep.
"We all have a thirst for wonder. It’s a deeply human quality. Science and religion are both bound up with it. What I’m saying is, you don’t have to make stories up, you don’t have to exaggerate. There's wonder and awe enough in the real world. Nature’s a lot better at inventing wonders than we are."
— Carl Sagan
Snæfellsnes Peninsula, Iceland
Day 3 —
Today I survived 3°C, bought an overcoat from a gas station, bowed to a mountain and acknowledged him as Grandfather of the Earth, saw seals sunbathing on a rock, toured the Snæfellsnes Peninsula with Snæfellsjökull watching over us, climbed 35 metres below surface and continued for 200 metres in a lava tube, stood in complete darkness for two whole minutes listening to the beating heart of the Vatnshellir Cave, saw a mountain that looked like a bishop's hat, sat on a large rock that overlooked the Atlantic Ocean, and had meatballs for lunch. My legs are aching, my boots are covered in dirt, but maaaan is my heart full of joy.
South Coast, Iceland
Day 2 —
The day started with me missing my bus to Snæfellsnes, so the hostel arranged for me to go on the South Coast tour instead. I'm going to crash early tonight so I'll keep this post short.
Day 1 —
21 hours of flight is not funny, I have been so many levels of crabby, and my back has been hurting in places I never even knew possible. It's 8 degrees out, it's raining and it's windy. But then I got onto a bus and as it drove through the mountains and plains, I am silenced by how dwarfed I feel. Tomorrow's a full day, I'll have better pictures then. In the meantime, I can't sleep until 8PM lest I suffer jetlag.
It's 8.08AM here in Frankfurt, 2 hours until my flight to Reykjavik. The 13-hour flight was a nightmare - I didn't get to sleep, I watched 2 movies, 1 episode of Friends and 1 episode of Suits. My back/spine hurts, and I need to pee but I don't want to give up my good seat at the café. Right now I feel a lot like crap, but I'm hoping it all gets better with food, and some sun, and hopefully some sleep.