It was about 7-8 years ago when I saw IS(NOT), a project from Sputnik Photos Collective, then a screening of „Heima” and finally, a girl I had met, partly living on the island, was telling me about believing in Elves. Back then, Iceland grew in my imagination into a kind of magic bean place. But somehow, it got spoiled: from Bjork’s homeland to Justin Bieber’s clip plan set. Ok, maybe it is too harsh, but the fact is: just before the trip I compared visiting Iceland to catching up with a blockbuster movie, seen by almost everyone, but not me. „Titanic” maybe? The story is well known and the promo song can stick in a head for hours. We all know how it ends: the ship didn’t make it, neither did the main character. Don’t have any metaphore for Leo, but you Iceland, you will be the ship (of dream). And because I respect you too much, to let you sink in the ocean of people’s harmful behavior, I will not come back any soon.
The chances of seating next to a Japanese tourist who speaks polish on a Paris – Bucharest flight, are as small as taking a plane between Warsaw and Bucharest with Ethan Hawke, yet both happened. Bucharest, you really have THE thing.
Off season on the Amalfi Cost
We reached Ireland from France by the sea with the company of storm Bruno. Later we had the pleasure to meet Dylan and Eleanor. It was windstorm season, with short but sunny days and roads taken at night.
Lakes, woods, empty roads, dozens of reindeers, crazy silence. Ah and first dark nights in Autumn
RIA the van (originally RIO from Brazil) was the main reason, why we ended up driving around southern Portugal