inkavik

A slow journey to the rhythm of water and light, an encounter with a territory and its inhabitants.
📆 13.08.2025 — Hlöðuvík

📆 08/13/2025 — Hlöðuvík

📍 ///proteins.gridded.comebacks The. Rain. Has. Stopped. Yes, yes. We didn't believe it anymore. We left as soon as possible, heading for Hlöðuvík, 10 km from here. Two passes to cross, some technical sections—enough to dampen the troops' morale, quickly boosted in Búðir,...
📆 12.08.2025 — Hornstrandir

📆 12.08.2025 — Hornstrandir

📍 ///indirect.highlighted.detrimental It's raining. Hard. Since yesterday. Non-stop. Cold, wind, humidity: everything is getting complicated. Cooking requires precise logistics so as not to turn the tent into a fire pit. Water has to be fetched from the other...
📆 11.08.2025 — Le Horn

📆 11.08.2025 — The Horn

📍 ///indirect.highlighted.detrimental After a few stops to drop off and pick up hikers—or exhausted guides—we finally arrive at Hornvík, the main camp of Hornstrandir. While Gabrielle sketches the captain on the boat, I disembark to...
11.08.2025 — Puffins en mer

11.08.2025 — Puffins at sea

📍 ///programmers.panicked.surviving A little bonus post, because we're still getting signal while we're sailing - and after the peninsula on the horizon, complete silence awaits us. The crossing is going well... at least for the first half hour. We see dozens of...