by bre | Aug 14, 2025 | On the way, Iceland, Hiking, Disordered thoughts
📍 ///newlywed.placemat.fajitas 14 km between Hlöðuvík and Hesteyri. The first 5-6 in a light but steady rain, the kind that never falls hard enough to convince you to bring out the big guns, but which eventually penetrates all the layers and hits...				
					
			
					
											
								
							
					
															
					
					 by bre | Aug 13, 2025 | On the way, Iceland, Hiking
📍 ///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,...				
					
			
					
											
								
							
					
															
					
					 by bre | Aug 12, 2025 | Bivouac, Iceland, Daily life
📍 ///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...				
					
			
					
											
								
							
					
															
					
					 by bre | Aug 11, 2025 | Iceland, Hiking, Visit
📍 ///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...				
					
			
					
											
								
							
					
															
					
					 by bre | Aug 11, 2025 | On the way, Iceland
📍 ///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...				
					
			
					
											
								
							
					
															
					
					 by bre | Aug 11, 2025 | On the way, Iceland, Preparations, Hiking, Disordered thoughts
📍 ///queries.counteract.reveal The quayside is calm. The wind carries the smell of salt and the open sea. The bags already weigh on our shoulders, but it's our hearts that beat faster. In less than an hour, the sea will be our route and the horizon our only compass. There we are...