Three peaks and a mystery: A geologist walks Corsica
7 AM. Outside the tent, it’s still dark. Only the rays of headlight torches penetrate the morning mist. Stiff bodies crawl out from light, hence too small, tents. With one […]
7 AM. Outside the tent, it’s still dark. Only the rays of headlight torches penetrate the morning mist. Stiff bodies crawl out from light, hence too small, tents. With one […]
On the way to Malta, we flew over Mount Etna. In accordance with Murphy’s Law, the Volcano that had been humming along nearly continuously the last year, was quiet. But […]
1:55 AM, January 23rd 1973: – Honey, there is a volcano in our backyard! – Yeah, right, Steingrimur, get back to sleep now! I do not know if this talk […]
Ladies’n gangsters! For the benefit of a possible other reader outside Viking lands, this blog will occasionally publish posts in Foreignish. (Foreignish for those who are foreign for those who […]