Ugh hope everyone gets better. I've suffered two concussions as a kid, and neither was fun. Double-vision, retching, dizzy phases.
Back from Iceland and going to mainly sleep for a couple of days before heading elsewhere. Journey had its ups and downs: climbed mountains till my legs hurt, gazed into astonishing, otherworldly valleys, broke my camera which caused my bank account to writhe in agony due to the prices of electronics in that country (Even higher than the famously expensive Finland!), made a bunch of friends from a variety of countries, got my ear so badly blocked from the flight it opened up only a week later in a mountain road tunnel, hiked in sideways rain, and generally had much fun.
Was surprised by the fact that ruska (The autumn coloring of leaves; English lacks pithy words. In Finnish you can express so many things with just a single phrase, like "Juoksentelisinkohan?" ie. "Should I run around aimlessly?" Why the necessity for all those breaks?

) is much stronger where I live, even though Iceland lolls on level with Middle Finland. When I returned, all the birches on our yard had turned yellow. Much greener on the saga island.
Haven't sorted through most of my photos yet, but here are some transcendental sights from Landmannalaugar.
I believe Shaun would enjoy a stay there and make some Viking friends; sheep scuttle around everywhere and do whatever sheepish things they get into their woolly heads. Like walking on car roads.
Had many amusing conversations with tourists and about matters concerning them. Hilarious questions from Southern Europeans: "Do you have Eskimos in Finland?" and "Are you [Finns] heathen?" Someone told about a French woman on one of the guided tours that wrote down everything the guide explained. Some person had inquired about the white objects scattered all around the fields. Now, this is a form of hay packing utilized widely in Finland, and I would never have personally wondered about such matters. See the picture:
Anyway, the tour guide had joked that they are marshmallows for the giants to pick up, and this French woman had very seriously written even that bit down, and apparently asked more about it(!!!). Only then the guide had told that he only jested. Which merely proves one can blather whatever rigmarole to outsiders and they may very well believe it.
A tiny fishing village in Siglufjörður.
People pay a LOT of attention to what others wear, apparently. My Väinämöinen shirt, which I've worn countless times, constantly got comments, even from workers in Þjóðminjasafn Íslands (The National Museum).

This staff person just kind of left her group and came over, and I assumed she wanted to confirm I had the little sticker visitors must place on a visible spot (mine was on the side of a zipper hoodie). Yet no, wanted to see the shirt. Over here, I don't think anyone has ever granted it a second glance.
