Sonntag, November 28, 2010, 13:47 - ISLAND / ICELAND
Beitrag von sb_admin
... with a 60-hour blizzard. An icy, northerly gale drove fine snow horizontally night and day, starting (appropriately) at Hallowe’en. Sometime during the first day (1 November) I walked the mile to the general store to get a few groceries. The automatic, sliding doors were closed and covered with snow and ice, but the side door was open. Trailing puddles of meltwater, I stocked up on bread, milk and other necessities, paid and ventured out again for the trek back to my lodgings. This time, the wind was full in my face so that snow gathered on my beard and my breath and snot froze in icicles from my moustache. The pavements were covered in snow and sometimes blocked by drifts, so I walked along the road instead. My main concern then was that I might get run over by a car, for I could not easily see where I was going and doubted that I was very visible to drivers. Nevertheless, I was soon back in the warmth of the guest house, feeling a tiny bit heroic but resolving not to go out again until the gale subsided.Beitrag von sb_admin
Read on - a foreigner trying to live & survive in Iceland: [Uncle Wednesdays Iceland Blog]
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