The next item on the program-tour of the local "Golden Ring." In Iceland, it dispenses with the golden domes. Has no such offer to tourists to admire the waterfall Gyudlfoss, photographed against the backdrop of a geyser and a walk through the valley, where once - that was about the first Icelandic parliament, the Althing. We have a neighbor on the bus, the American Larry, climb the rock on which the elders read aloud the ancient Icelanders local code of laws. "What - is far from the earth, wondering ya.Snizu probably could not hear." - "Sometimes it is more convenient," remarked a representative of the great democratic powers. Deciding to continue to dive into the past, going to the Viking Festival in the town Hafnafordur. On the kind of action is reminiscent of a gathering Tolkienists. Participants in medieval robes, compete in archery and sluggish trying to sell each other armor of his own making. Red-bearded Viking with a mustache, curled, like Salvador Dali, brought to sell soap, brewed according to medieval recipes. "Good soap and tried to imagine! And my skin is very sensitive! "Thick viking named Kay arrived at the festival from within California. "What a wonderful weather here, he rejoices. (Temperature-10 degrees above zero.) We have in Los Angeles - a terrible heat, even reluctant to go back! I'm even almost mastered the local language, have already pronounced "Eyyafyadlayokudl!" This word is in Iceland at every step. Souvenir shops sell T-shirts boldly with the words «Kiss my ash!» And volcanic ash in glass jars. But see the traces of the eruption I can only towards the center of the country in the valley Landmanialeygur. The road, barely visible track, sprinkle. Thus ash passes through the craters of extinct volcanoes. Sharp turn in front of me were touted in the guidebooks rhyolitic mountains. It seems as though they painted a child, not quite confident that what they actually should be in color. Pale - yellow becomes orange, then to brown, then green. From the ground up steam with the smell of hydrogen sulfide, it seems that the underground hell of a kitchen, which serves only rotten eggs. Up to four cities in an hour's drive, a bus once a day. And what if late? Perhaps the two made a sandwich with me for a day is not enough. I'm accelerating step, making his way to a barely visible path among the quaint blocks of lava. Similar to the statues of unknown beings, they are full of unknown threats: exactly - in - exactly the trolls turned to stone at dawn. Wonder why Hollywood directors do not take off here fantastic films about exploration of unknown planets. Perhaps fearful that the whole crew did not have enough sandwiches. Back in town, I decide to plunge into affixed nightlife in Reykjavik. It begins after an hour of the night. Prior to that, the Icelanders from the savings have fun at home. Then go to drinking establishments, where not so drunk as talking. As explained to me the young finansistka Anna, dating is tied exclusively to the bars. "Women from them" hang "every weekend. Otherwise, no way! "Visited two - three institutions to penetrate sympathy for the lonely Icelander. Willingness to communicate often only visitors, who can not relate the two words. Fisherman named Lara is trying to show me what a big fish he caught yesterday, but in the process falls to the floor. Sigurdborn advertiser wants to show me on the mobile its work on the photo caught only a 14 - year-old daughter. Relatively sober all sides as one reason - it turns out the Canadians. "Yesterday I was in this bar is visible singer Bjork, boasts of oilman Glenn Toronto.Ona a sociable, open! And to drink can be its friend was quite a fiddler, and she did, keep a stiff upper lip! Amazing, is not expected to meet her in such a place. " - "Why be surprised? It is strange, suddenly comes into the conversation came out of Nirvana Sigurdborn.I music it strange. And the place she chooses strange! "While ethnic conflict is not completely broke, I hasten to leave the volatile territory. Me the time has come to the airport, but I promise to interlocutors that will definitely be back. By the next eruption, without fail. Every day I stand in traffic jams. Every day I see scurrying out of the series in a number of lovers of powerful cars that are clearly far - the late "in contrast" from everyone else. And like everyone else, mad at them. It's pulling me annoying. Infuriates even though by nature I am a calm. And nezavistlivy not a bit! And here ... Perhaps my irritation all - still based on envy: these - it just come to the right place faster than we, mere mortals! On this day, the roads are not going anything new: tube, diving to the right and left drivers, my anger. But I was anticipating an easy place, because it was going to take the new Audi A5 Sportback. Comrades, hurrying, I am now with you! But that's just not that late, but because at such a slow car ride impossible. Do not want to. Impossible. Our relationship with this machine was quiet, but when it cooled in the parking lot of the ordinary "races." And I was sitting in the office, looked out the window at my "girl" and nervously fidgeted in his chair, counting minutes until our next meeting. As soon as I did the factory, then realized: a rest and that's enough! In pursuit of adrenaline, speed, and the admiring glances! This car, the epitome of beauty. His flirtatious headlights like eyes languorous oriental beauty. Seeing them, my mom even coined the term-Audi Eyes. Believe me, the eye makeup in this style is very nice (try on yourself). In general, with all this beauty and strength of character and the car still thinks ... faster than me! While I was in my head "built" idea: "to rebuild the right, began to turn his head toward the side mirror and parallel pressed the gas pedal, the car was already in the other lane. Pleasant, even when "someone - that" do not have that long - that explain and chew. And indeed, when all the "horse» Audi let out of the pen (read-dispersed), a feeling that she had raised the muzzle, and a car here - that will take off. White, green, black, color is unimportant. Although the choice of color machines, I'm serious. In this story, the main one is the Audi A5 Sportback. No longer need any additional words. This car-style living. It's emotion. It's stormy relationship. This is something that paint the your life. Try to catch up.
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