“I’m going to invoke the right of first refusal today” Keith says, “if a car comes by either of us is allowed to decide that we are hitching to the next hut.”
“Okay,” I agree, staring ahead at the wall of white and wind.
In a quiet moment I chance a look towards Keith only to be served with a scene of pure misery; hands tucked into armpits, walking bent over against the cold, steps cut short by a night spent in a wet tent without enough water. Though, perhaps the scene which greets me is more like a mirror, my own morale running low. The weather is unlikely to lift today meaning we can look forward to another day spent hiking through a cloud, barely able to lift our faces due to the wind and rain. This hike, at least today, is drifting into type 3 fun in which the experience is only fun told in distant retrospect.
When I hear a car approaching from the rear I feel my heart soar. The sudden excitement reveals to me how over this I am and my mind is made up. We’re going to hitch into the next hut where we can spend the day drying out and planning our next move. I spin on my heels and jut my thumb out while attempting to portray some level of enthusiasm and trustworthiness through my damp visage.
When the car rolls to a stop I can see that it is filled with the most enthusiastic and delightful group of Korean tourists and who seem to be as excited to give us a ride as I am thrilled to be hitching with them. Within a minute of being in the car they bestow us with candy and we make conversation in broken English. They are amazed that we have hiked all this way from Akureyri in this weather, calling us hardcore with big smiles. They are gracious in every way. Out the window they smile and point, delighted by everything their tour guide points out to them. When the car arrives at the Nyidalur hut we all pile out at once and share one more round of goodbyes and thank yous before moving into the hut and going about our own lives, each a background character in the lives of the others.
What a perfect moment of kismet to get a ride. The conditions sound so harsh as to be really unfunny.
I just saw these posts. Thanks for sharing another adventure. I miss the pics.
Hi Beth, I’m glad you’re back! I took a lot of video this trip and WordPress isn’t uploading them so you can look for a longer video once the rest of the posts go live.