iceland is still pretty…


a very sad binky…  reykjavik, ficeland

maybe one day i’ll see fit to properly represent iceland in all it’s glory. may when i actually travel the country properly. killing a day on layover had limitations…
iceland air thoughtfully sent my luggage onward to san francisco directly from amsterdam leaving me to survive with a laptop, a camera, an ipod and a 2-month old vanity fair. i considered trading any or all of them for 5 minutes in a fleece. i kept warm by walking quickly between pubs… a premise that worked well-enough that i was left with nothing to truly whine about… i guess i just needed to fill a bit of space… (probably not the first writer to find motivation that way).