It's been a while since I've laid my hands on a keyboard! All the more pleasant it is to feel the soft travel of the keys and the magic of gray Cyrillic characters appearing on a white background, a stream of thoughts straight from the bins of your consciousness.
Iceland Cycling - day 3
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But this isn't about my graphomaniac tendencies, it's about the third (only the third!) day in the land of harsh Vikings, mountains, sparse vegetation, and waterfalls. The latter is what we'll talk about today. When we were leaving the campsite in Geysir (as always, not exactly early), we met a couple of Germans at the exit — a guy and a girl. The guy's name was Mark, and the girl's was Rachel, except in German, so I can neither pronounce nor remember it. The Germans were brushing their teeth, and we decided that such hygienic people would come in handy on the road, so we rode on together. Andrey protested, of course, because he can never figure out whether he likes people or not, whether they're bothering him or entertaining him, and all that. Nevertheless, we rode together to our next immediate destination — the Gullfoss waterfall, which was luckily not far away, about 10 kilometers.
