How many times have I wanted to ditch Wales in favour of a warmer climate, a new life, away from everything? A smidgen more than most, I would be willing to bet.
Today I took it one step further than a dream, packed my bags and headed off to the airport, destination; Reykjavik, Iceland.
The snow laden runway was the first sign that I had arrived somewhere new, somewhere away from the mundane surroundings that form the life that I lead.
I work, I eat, I sleep, I go out, I have the occasional manic episode, and the cycle starts again. But, I’m making it sound worse than it is, I do enjoy the times that I have, but perhaps it’s time to find something new. Let’s rephrase that, somewhere new. Or is that just running away?
The snow is really coming down now and it’s -4c, it really makes me revere being a smoker, seeing as they have a smoking ban here too, so I’m banished outside.
After a total of 14 hours of travelling, I’m winding down now with a beer, or three, in the hotel bar, at almost 430am. It’s pleasurable, if I block out the amazingly drunk Icelanders who are hanging around, undoubtedly because it’s one of the only bars around that is still open.
Somehow I managed to pack 25kg in my luggage, not including hand luggage. This includes pretty much all of my camera equipment, as tomorrow I shall be taking a trip to see Aurora Borealis, the Northern Lights. Tripod, new camera, lenses, all will help me to capture it in all of it’s glory for you, and who knows, I might have some kind of an epiphany?