@Quincy
An island that is reflected in the ice, admirably alone in the high Atlantic.
There are no luxuries, it's all very humble, people not very exhibitionist, but practical persons, even if they still believe in fairies and elves (and many claim to have seen them).
A strange language full of “K” words.
One real city, among considerable stretches of emptiness.
An uninhabited paradise.
Natural outdoor pools, hot springs everywhere with mineral waters and slippery silica, surrounded by black lava rocks.
A dive without swimsuit: the feeling of real heat and true cold.
Ice caps, monsters and herds of reindeer, glorious underground volcanoes, fields of sulfurous lava, spectacular fjords, deserted beaches of black sand.
The color palette is immeasurable.
There’s a strong magnetic field: the compass would go haywire.
Inebriating solitude.
Rain, sun, wind.
Here nothing is ordinary…common…there’s no compromise between man and nature, mother and stepmother, creator and destroyer.
Very few trees, only essential lines.
Here the measuring stick is the infinite.