so we walked for six hours to get to the valley floor but our over-achieving group was so fast that we managed to squeeze an extra fjord in. those precious minutes perched on the edge on the cliff watching the sea birds and listening to the waves were well worth the 6am start and gravity-defying inclines. that's our guide, haukur, in the coolest icelandic jumper. part of me wishes i'd a similar childhood. hiking in summer, skiing in winter and spending every day outdoors. to him, trees are exotic because they don't grow naturally there. and malls are even stranger.
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