Digital Wanderer

We live as long as we fly

Iceland — 13, day 6 — cold

 2012-09-21

The next day we woke up, crawled out of the tent shivering, gobbled down our favorite porridge, and headed to the rangers. A sweet girl told us what was what around here, and in the end we chose a route to a volcano crater where a trout lake had formed. This place is called Ljotipollur, which means Ugly Puddle. We really should have listened to this name, which promised nothing good, but alas.

Punk, as usual, was dragging his feet and pouting at the world and me, so along the way I found some Swiss guys and had an unhurried chat with them, of which I’ve had countless numbers with my fellow tourist brethren. I can't really retell you the content, I only remember that we often discussed linguistic questions. As it turned out, the German language in Austria, Switzerland, and the German lands sometimes differs so much that the inhabitants of these regions can't even understand each other.

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