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Sunday, September 10, 2006

parallel trips

I met the French couple in Vik. They were sharing my room at the hostel, along with a sweet student from Okinawa named Takoyama (fried octopus balls?).

Clothilde and Sylvie were older than anyone you normally meet in hostels, but then so was I. In Iceland, even a bed in a dormitory costs $30.

It was close to midnight, barely dark, and I had my laptop out, enjoying the free wifi. Clothilde pulled out his laptop too, and we typed away, recharging batteries and uploading photos.

I asked where they'd gone, and Sylvie recited the same places I'd just been: Reykjavik, Skogafoss, Dryholaey.



We compared photos. Hers showed urban sculptures, close ups of puffins, artfully framed waterfalls. Mine were mossy landscapes filled with lava rocks, tombstones from the graveyard, marathon runners in red t-shirts.

"Two travelers in the same places at the same time," she said, "but you'd never guess it."

3 comments:

srr said...

Isn't that part of the beauty of it all though- two at one place yielding a different story, picture, art. The fascination of life is that our neurons will never ever process any image in the same way.

Gorgeous!!

srr said...

I must ask.

What is a puffin?

Diana said...

Here's a puffin. They eat them in Iceland!