On wednesday, Gabrielle goes to and comes back from work by car. Once she’s home, she finishes packing her bag and walks to the bus station. The bus driives her to Glasgow where she takes a taxi, enjoys a short night sleep and wakes up to walk to the bus station where she takes a shuttle for the airport. Airport means plane. Plane equals Keflavik, Iceland, where she hitches a ride to Reykjavik. In Reykjavik, she wanders on the streets for a few days, even using a skateboard once before embarking in a car that rolls towards a shopping mall where she hugs everyone and, the next day, another car that brings her to a mountain on top of which she can bathe. Then, after a good night’s sleep, the bus brings herto Akureyri where a car picks her up and brings her to a friendly house. She’s being driven around before deciding one morning to hitch a ride to Reykjalid where she embarks on a massive jeep tour from which she admires lava fields and hot springs. Next morning: a lorrie, a bus, a car that her thumb attracted and, after a break, a few cars, finding her pityful. Siglafjordur, 40 km away from the arctic circle. Next morning, hitch, hitch to Borganess and a great soup, hitch and a farm whith random elderly strangers. Northern lights and white beach. Sleep. Hitch. Reykjavik, and lazyness, a bike, briefly. Finally, a bus at 4 am, a plane, a shuttle and Glasgow. A car and her foots carries her along with a friend. Later, a bus, a ferry and a bus. Belfast. Walk, walk, a tourist bus, walk again and bus, not long later. Ferry, bus, Glasgow! A city bus, a night’s sleep, a bus again and a friend’s car.

Aberdeen.

Date: Dimanche, mai 25th, 2008 at 11.07 Category: -5.72.
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