Travel pains

Today, I'm tired. My muscles ache, my back hurts. I can't stand complete upright. My lips are cracked; my skin, windburned. Hair whips around, growing knots. My mind is also tired; processing the beauty the rawness. All a culmination of over a week of hiking, exploring, and adventuring.

Tomorrow is the last full day of adventures, and I have mixed emotions about that. I told Andrew the first meal I wanted back in the states is chicken strips. In all their crunchy GMO goodness. 

Today was a short drive from one place to the next. So, we had plenty of time on our hands. The first stop was a waterfall, skogafoss. This was also the place I started to see the worst infestation of all: the ignorant tour bus rider. Swarms of tourists. It was maddening. Up until the past few days, Andrew and I have had the island to ourselves, so to speak. We would see a car every 20 or 25 minutes, but now, there they are, a line of headlights as far as the eye can see. It's rather depressing. 

Anyway, after the waterfall, we did about a 8K walk total to an abandoned plane. It ran out of gas at some point in the 1970s and they just left the shell there. A perfect playground for tourists, or Justin Beiber. Later, we wandered around the black sand beach, with the very outer worldly basalt pillars that look to perfect too be nature made. 

Who knows what adventures tomorrow will bring, but I'm sure there will be many.