My final reflections on Iceland I think were pretty obvious. A magical place of outdoor wonder and beauty beyond compare. A place with colder temperatures but warmer experiences, it sometimes felt like i may as well have been walking on the moon. I often felt that the Icelandic culture had a quirky sense of humor, but it was not always easily detectable, as the personalities of the local people I met were usually reserved and on an “even keel.” This could probably be misinterpreted by travelers as “cold” or “unwelcoming,” but I don’t think that is the case. I think the culture is just a little more straightforward and practical than what an American might be used to. Their sense of humor is quirky and playful, if you can get to that level of comfort with a local. The food wasn’t always mindblowing, but I never had a meal that made me lose my appetite. Plus, you don’t go to Iceland for the food. You go there to get outside, to see breathtaking spectacles of natural, untouched, ever-changing elemental earth. I met quite a few people in Reykjavik who had 3 or 4 day weekends in Iceland planned with no intention of venturing outdoors and were content to just explore the city. If this could be you, let me save you the trouble: don’t bother. You will be doing Iceland wrong. Bring a pair of hiking boots and at least take a guided bus tour of the “golden circle,” which takes you around the pingvellir park, the famous geyser, and beautiful waterfall gullfoss. Even if you’re not outdoorsy, you can handle this 5 hour loop by bus with minimal physical activity. Trust me. Also, sack up and stop being such a baby. Learn to go outside and appreciate the world you live in!
here are a couple final pics from iceland, taken by a writer/photographer friend i made on the eyjafjallajökull volcano hike, named jonathan vandevoorde. a very talented and fun guy to hike with, and very knowledgeable about getting outside and back into the wild…
London would prove to be an entirely different beast. I think it definitely tested my resolve and emotions in different ways, especially because it would prove to be the polar opposite of Iceland for me in experience.
When I arrived in London, I was a little weary, but I still had a lot of excitement built up. I had always been interested in the history of this great city and had always wanted to visit. I landed at heathrow, collected my bag, breezed thru customs and then began stumbling around trying to figure out how to locate the correct subway train, colloquially known as “the tube,” to get to my hostel. I am supremely convinced that new york has the most chaotic and difficult subway system (but also the most useful when you consider how many people it services each day and how effective it is) in the world, so I felt confident that if I could figure out that one, I could figure out London’s. I purchased my ticket and wandered around a few tunnels before finding the appropriate platform to board my train. I had around 20 minutes to wonder what to expect and hope to god that I could wander aimlessly to find my room in the soho neighborhood. Unfortunately this time I was navigating completely blindly; I had no map, no gps, no navigation, and only a vague memory of the google map I had tried to commit to memory before my flight left from Iceland.
The longer I rode the train, the more I began to worry about how I was actually going to find my hostel. It was getting late. It was now 10pm, and while London isn’t exactly Iraq, there most certainly are areas you don’t want to be stuck in after dark. And I didn’t know how to avoid them. Furthermore, I didn’t even know what stop I needed to exit on. I had simply guessed when I was looking at the map, but once on the train, I realized it wasn’t that simple. I didn’t know the directions from any of the 5 train stations that were seemingly equidistant to my hostel, and to get to all of them I would need to switch train lines. I didn’t know if that meant I would have to buy another train ticket, but I wasn’t interested in paying more so I resolved to just get off at the next stop and find my way on foot.
i started off on my obstinate pace and immediately walked down the wrong tunnel, going the wrong way to exit. great start. i turned around and decided to just follow everyone else. as i was laughing at the irony of finally being back in a country where I spoke the language, and still not being able to get around adequately, i had been slowly ascending the stairs when I was met with a blinding light that knocked me back, honestly putting me off balance on the stairs with my heavy backpack eagerly trying to drag me end over end back down the flight of stairs. I regained my footing and looked back up: I had just exited at the Piccadilly circus station in the middle of what I could compare to times square in nyc. Bright lights, theaters with rolling marquees, people hustling and bustling by, I had randomly chosen to exit the train at seemingly one of the busiest intersections in London. Welcome to England, brandon.
I wandered and wandered, no longer caring about whether or not I was going to find my hostel. I was too busy staring at the lights. Watching the frenzied pace at which people were scurrying down the streets, in a rush to get to or from somewhere, phone in hand and held high enough to be able to read their facebook notifications and simultaneously use their periphery to prevent themselves from an introduction with a pole or telephone booth (yep, there’s still plenty of red telephone booths around London. very cool) or oncoming car. it was actually quite impressive. Not that I was envious. i listened to all the conversations around me in 3 second increments, picking up whatever I could before the person passed me and the story was gone forever. But the dialect, the british accent, made everything sound so much more elegant. Everything seemed more interesting, no matter how mundane the tidbits of conversation I could pick up were.
Eventually, after a couple hours of stumbling aimlessly, my pack was getting heavy and my shoulders beginning to hurt. I asked a couple for directions and eventually settled down in my new home for the next 4 nights.