Went out for a night on the sauce last Saturday, it was a lovely sunny evening so I did not bother to take my coat. Stumbled out of the pub at chucking out time only to find myself in Ice Station Zebra. I had to take refuge in 'Pizza King' to avoid Frostbite/Snowblindness, ect. whilst I awaited my rescue.
It was a close call, I can tell you.
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Ice Station Zebra? Heh. :-)
What are you doing up there in Iceland? Unusual place to be. Sounds v. interesting, though.
- R. (Another Brit abroad, but way further south). :)
I moved here with my Icelandic Girlfriend 6 months ago. It's still early days, but I am really glad I made the move.
I checked out your blog, its pretty cool. I might bug you on photography tips if thats alright ?
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