Frag Out! Magazine

while leaving a snowy mountain pass, i have seen skógar village in the distance, a destination of my march. i have been sure that when i reach it i will have a hot meal. the next raven has sat near to the wa- terfall on a large rock. my imagina- tion has told me that it has been the same, and has flown to me to tell me: "god job!". the day of the raven has been the heaviest day of my hike of iceland. it has abound- ed in the moments of doubts – why do i do this?, why am i here?, how long can it still withstand?, i cannot manage any longer... skógar. A lazy, sunny day. i have al- ready left behind the icy gales and large snowy areas. in the air i have felt a smell of the Atlantic air. the last 30 kilometers to the beach near vik village. A trail mostly has led on the no. 1 busy road, some- times i have managed to find a narrow path leading in parallel to the main route and have not been stressed that a driving car has been able to hit me. i have survived de- serts, hurricanes, balancing over the mountain pass so i would be silly to be run by a car. very quick and efficient pace of the march de- spite a growing pain in my knees. well, tarmac and concrete do not favor long marches with a load … on the left side i have still seen a glacier which image i got to know on the previous day. i have passed dozens of small houses, in the air one has been able to feel a smell of the fish and a sea breeze. i have decided to shorten the last stage and go across. A road has changed into the grass one, and then a new forest in which has been hidden an invisible for me stream. the last tough work in the dense brush- wood. it has been about 8Pm. de- spite a straight road i have been really exhausted. i have been hun- gry and thirsty. i have known that there has been a restaurant on the beach. i have decided to award myself and purchase at the end of my expedition a tasty iceland mutton broth, fill in my water re- serves and spend a night on the beach. the beach in vik has been wonderful. black sand, large rocks at the shore, detached from the cliff, large rectangular molds near to its walls which has resembled a collection of the skyscrapers in the big city. revelation! the twilight has set, with a full stomach i have decided to camp on the beach. the wind has become stronger. i have tried to set up a tent with- in 30 minutes but i have had to let go. there have been still two options: sleep in the cave and be awaken by tourists who take pic- tures of me or hide myself behind an abandoned barn, a small way from the beach. the barn has won. i am due a good sleep! i have put up a tent behind a tractor which has given to me, together with a building, a certain shield against the wind. i have quickly washed myself and have gone to sleep! it has been the longest sleep during the entire expedition, and i have greeted the prime of life aware that i do not need to go any- where. i have lazily laid at ease on the beach, watching sea waves as they crashed against the stones. in the afternoon i have already been in reykjavik. EXTREME

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