My girlfriend is not one for cold. How I convinced her to go to Iceland for the summer I’m not sure, but the natural hot springs were a good selling point. We met up with some friends and their son in Isafjordur, packed up a camper and headed out of the Hot Spring Tour of 2015.
When the light never ceases, time expands almost infinitely. The days here have no clear beginning and certainly no defined end. If you ask me what I did yesterday, I admit I may bend the truth. My memory is anything but linear – it zigzags backwards, rearranging events and collapsing whole days together. With no distinction between light and dark, I’m unable to comprehend how time is passing by normal standards.