Sat
5 Jul
2014
We had gone into the sleeping bags with high expectations for a restful night and exciting days to come, but there would be no rest and excitement was to come in a slightly different way than expected. Strong gusts came over the hills from the north to remind us where we really were, just in case anyone had forgotten. The noise of flapping canvas and worries about the stability of the tents kept most, if not all, of us awake, certainly my fellow tent mate Gudjon, our helmsman and glacier specialist and me.
And indeed, next morning the tents made a mixed impression at best. Wet everywhere outside and mostly also inside, including items that you would really prefer to have dry. One tent partly broken for the time being. To stabilize the other ones, again we carried tons of stones. Rain running down inside the clothes, sand grinding off the skin from wet hands, but at least the tents stay where they are. Black humour inside the kitchen tent, where we warm our cold fingers with hot tea cups.
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In the afternoon, the wind calms slowly down. Little walks bring back warmth and good spirits. I really hope we won’t get another weather front like this too soon, we have had more than our share of it, as we all agree. Lack of sleep since we left Iceland. A calm night is what I really need. Sure I am speaking for all of us.