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It's raining. Hard. Since yesterday. Non-stop.
Cold, wind, humidity: everything becomes complicated.
Cooking requires precise logistics to avoid turning the tent into a fire pit. Water has to be fetched from the other end of the camp, with only our soft flasks and a saucepan as containers. We heat only what's needed, without wasting gas. The rule is simple: alternate between hot and cold meals, even if, paradoxically, eating cold food when everything is freezing is no easy task.
Our tent has become a den. A two-room apartment with a kitchen and alcove.
👉 Night/nap mode: we almost lie down, bags inside required — outside, a fox would rip them open without hesitation.
👉 Kitchen/dining room mode: mattresses and duvets piled up, one balancing on the pile, the other bustling around in the alcove, between soggy shoes and dripping rain pants.
These nocturnal visitors are arctic foxes—the only land mammals native to Iceland. They've ruled here for millennia, perfectly adapted to the cold and scarcity. They're not shy, they're curious, but they're incredibly opportunistic: they sniff out food through bags, ziplock bags, and even tents. A joy to watch, but a real threat to your supplies!
Then comes waste management: everything has to be brought back. We pack it tightly, so as not to tempt those malicious thieves... and because we have six days left to carry our "garbage."
The rain falls relentlessly until 9 p.m. When it finally stops, what a joy to hear the roar of the ocean again, muffled until then. All that remains is to dry it out.
Dinner: Carbonara-style pasta with ham.
Not crazy, but it's nourishing. And everything eaten today... doesn't have to be worn tomorrow. Small victory.
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