It's a been a while since we started our hike today. We've been walking in the arid African forest for quite a while. The freshness of the morning is gone, replaced by breathless hot temperatures. The 2000 meters of altitude fortunately bring some fresh air but the temperature is way higher than 30 degrees. Suddenly we hear some movements. We are a bit of scared. The autor is a trekking guide and
This morning the boat left us in the Hrafnfjordur fiord, in the west, beyond the pass. At the first camp, on the feet of the Drangajokull - the fifth most extended glacier of the island, for the first time I realise I am in Hornstrandir, the most remote and wild Icelandic peninsula. I am hunting, but I am no longer sure I am the predator.
Working on one’s own project is a beautiful thing. It takes perseverance, energy and fatigue, but it allows you to take off any whim and desire, as it’s you the one who decides everything. So that this time I decide to share the experience with the person who introduced me to the great and magical world of mountains.