icy roads and cuddly horses

I am sitting in a diner in a town called.. ahm... I have no idea what the towns actually called. There are only so many roads that are not completely covered in ice. Not that I planned a route anyways, I'm just driving somewhere. And if I knew the name, I'd just sound like a retard trying to pronounce it. But thank god the waitress speaks english.

Oh and there she is actually with my burger I ordered. Delicious. Juicy.

But when there is no burger around the icelandic horses can atleast warm up my hands a little. Or nibble on my jacket while I try to set up a shot.





I know. You so hate me for this.

But believe it or not this just started playing here. And strangely enough it brings up something that has been bothering me a while.

I was born very far from where I’m supposed to be, and so I’m on my way home.
— No Direction Home: Bob Dylan

So the question "Where did you come from, where did you go?" really fits to my situation. As the quote is something, I feel, I can relate to. I came to Iceland on a guess. Certainly now that I am fast approaching a crossroads in my life I wonder will I skitter past the good parts of my journey or will I end up flipped upside down in a ditch.

2 hours later. Checking in at a guesthouse.


"Where are you going tomorrow?"

"I actually have nothing planned"

"Haha, that is a good plan!"