The Sound of Silence: A Road Trip in Western Iceland
After four months of thinking: “I wish someone would be walking by my side with whom I could share this“, I’m realizing that I’m actually a good solo traveler, and prefer to share my experiences with new friends or better even: only afterwards. I find myself walking away from people now when the view is best, instead of getting closer to the others. I find myself being annoyed by remarks about the scenery, and the voices of people, and I don’t even want to make comments myself. Look, there is a lonely sheep, so far from the herd, only followed by her two lambs. Look at the sleeping trolls in the hills. We are four now, and we have a car, and this makes us super flexible. Actually, I love everything about it. There are just these moments, on a beach that’s all black, or by a waterfall, or somewhere in the middle of nowhere, when I need the silence and some space to myself. After a night in Oslo, we all met at Keflavik airport, Iceland. The Icelanders want us to say “in” no