The weather is changing. People are wrapping up in coats and scarves.
I no longer intern for my beloved travel company. We've had our ups and
downs along the way, but last night I was presented with a card, with
many glasses of wine in the pub next door, with a Brick Lane curry
(where I drunkenly tried to tip the waiter the cash equivalent of my pin
number), and I knew I was going to miss heading in for work on the 8.41
train every morning.
But with every end comes a new
beginning, and tomorrow I catch a flight to Reykjavik, where I'm
spending the next fortnight swimming in silica blue pools, watching
geysers erupt and praying the Northern Lights make a hazy green
appearance. I'll also be lending a hand to the smooth running of Iceland
Airwaves, a music festival that folks from far and wide will be
attending. The facts are still quite vague, so I've decided I'll most
likely be checking wristbands, telling drunk people to move away from
the stages, and generally watching out for any un-festivally behaviour.
Needless to say, it's going to be an experience and a half. Not least
because I know very little about Iceland - in fact, most people seem to
be less than clued up on the country.
For somewhere with
one of the lowest population densities in Europe (there are generally
more sheep than humans scattered across the Icelandic countryside), its a
wonder more tourists haven't opted for Iceland when they're looking for
an escape from their normal, busy, overpopulated lives. But I've only
met one girl who's actually visited, and she works in travel so is more
adventurous than most. Hopefully I'll end up learning a wealth of
knowledge about a country I know has the capacity to be very influential
on my state of mind at present. So it's off to a land of sheep's eyes
and shark meat. See you on the other side..
