Börkur Sigurbjörnsson
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Atlavík — Vopnafjörður
I woke up early after a good sleep in the quiet nature of Atlavík. I packed my belonging and drove to Egilsstaðir where I had breakfast with a couple of friends who happened to be traveling through town on their way to go fly-fishing. We continued the chat in the hot-tub of the local swimming…
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Berunes — Atlavík
I left my aunt and her family in Berunes and headed north, threading the Eastern fjords — Berufjörður, Breiðdalsvík, Stöðvarfjörður, Fáskrúðsfjörður, Reyðarfjörður, Eskifjörður and Norðfjörður. The route along the fjords is an extremely beautiful ride, with high mountains rising above the road. It was a relaxing ride, I laid back behind the wheel and enjoyed…
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Berunestindur & Steinketill
I spent the day chilling at my aunt’s farm, Berunes, in between walking to the beach and the mountain. I started the day with a stroll along the beach, and then sat myself down on the veranda, reading a book in the sunshine. I fancied climbing the mountain peak above the farm (Berunestindur) but the…
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Skaftafell — Berunes
After making breakfast in Skaftafell, I continued my journey around Iceland. Next stop was the glacier lagoon Jökulsárlón. On the way there I picked up Vlad, a hitchhiking sausage maker from Moscow. On the way we chatted about everything and nothing. Vlad told me about his adventures of cycling form Akureyri, over the Icelandic highlands…
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Vík — Skaftafell
It was nice to wake up early in the relatively quiet countryside at the Vík camping ground. The stereotypical rooster was presumably on holiday since I was awoken by a flock of sheep. After breakfast I went for the popular local past-time, I went to look at phallic structures on the beach. More precisely, I…
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Reykjavík — Vík
Since there are almost thirteen years since I moved away from my native island, I decided that on my current vacation in Iceland I should to behave like a tourist and do some tourism. I decided to drive the ring-road (road nr. 1) around the island from Reykjavík to Reykjavík. Maybe I am not exactly…
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La Morella
We set off from Garraf train station and headed into the Massís de Garraf natural park, towards la Morella. We followed GR-92 up Serra dels Pins, gradually making our way to la Morella. The route alternated between walking on forest paths, gravel roads and asphalt. From la Morella we enjoyed the view of Montserrat, Collserola…
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Figaró — Sant Pere de Bertí
We started our hike from the Figaró train station with the intention of hiking to Sant Miquel del Fai. We followed PR C-33 trail up to Cingles de Bertí. Upon reaching the top of the cliff we took another look at the map and argued that, given our time constraints, Sant Miquel del Fai would…
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Snowshoeing in the Pyrenees
On the coldest weekend of the year we went to the Catalan Pyrenees and did a for hour snowshoeing hike. Despite the bitter cold it was a great fun experience.
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Pantanal
A story of a trip to the Pantanal area of Brazil. Some people like spending their holiday relaxing on a beach while others prefer swimming in a river surrounded by crocodiles and piranhas, feeling their skin being nibbled at, unable to see the culprits through the black water. I prefer the latter.
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Incredible coincidence or probable affair
On a recent trip to Chile I was standing in line at Santiago airport, waiting to be checked in for my flight to the Colombian capital Bogotá, when a person behind me in the line addressed me. “Do you speak Spanish?” she asked (in Spanish). “Yes,” I replied (in Spanish). “I remember you from the…
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Laguna Negra
On a Thursday morning in late November I took the bus from the Argentinian town of Bariloche to the nearby village Colonia Suiza. I was headed for a two day hike up to the lake Laguna Negra which is located in the northern Patagonian national park Nahuel Hupai. I stated my hike on the outskirts…
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Twig Works
Twig Works generates PDF and ePub editions from a single text source. I use it to prepare my fiction for platforms including Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP), Apple Books, and Kobo.
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Cataratas de Iguazú
When I visited the Iguaçu falls on the Brazilian side, the experience was slightly underwhelming. I guess my expectations were too high. I had expected more power. Consequently, when visiting the Argentinian side of the falls a couple of days later, the experience was slightly overwhelming. I had lower expectations while the natural forces were…