That Icy Place

Long time since I last wrote anything; getting close to two months even.
Wow, I've done a fair bit since then - including going back to London at least three times (four?).
After 84 days away, I finally flew back to London from Carcassone. It wasn't that exciting. In fact, whenever I'm back in London now I seem to simply be waiting to leave again. Probably because of the lack of home and job thing.

I'm not sure what I should write about.
I went to Iceland, for 10 days. That was pretty fun, though it rained quite a bit, and it was rather cold, especially for summer. It surprised me somewhat that a country that is 1000 years old can still only have a population of about 300,000. Especially given how much they like to have sex there (so I was told...) - there's not a whole lot else to do. However after spending some time there I can kind of understand why people don't stick around - it's a really beautiful place - like New Zealand taken to the extreme, except no trees. But Summer is pretty shitty (for Summer), and I imagine the Winter is bloody freezing. I understand why people want to bugger off somewhere else. Given the choice of lying on the beach in Spain or freezing in Iceland, it's a pretty easy decision.

I make it sound like it is a horrible place. It's actually really nice, and I would like to go back there some time and do the whole Ring Road, either hitch-hiking or renting a car with some friends. But I wouldn't want to live there.

Still, it was definitely somewhere 'different' to go. Iceland isn't on the Kontiki route. :)

I'm going to the US in a couple of weeks. Don't really know where I'll go or what I'll do yet; take it as it comes I guess.