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After a day on Mykines, I changed my mind about life not going on. A sort of life was going on, beating with a reasonalbe version of a pulse, but that life consisted for the most part of travelers like myself. There were maybe a dozen of us - one third of the island's population. Our tribe could only increase as the Mykines tribe dwindled away, a few falling down steps, most simply emigrating, until there would be, sad to say, only our peripatetic selves. We were the future of all places condemned by remoteness to a lingering, photogenic death.

Generous in spirit, richly poetic, and packed with memorable characters.

Once when I looked up, I happened to see a sea eagle poised on magesterial wings above the knurled summit of the mountain behind my tent. It was a scene of peerless tranquility, tossed out in Nautre's devil-may-care way, which says: Just open your eyes, my friend, and I'll astonish you every minute of your life.

Travel is the realm of the impossible adventures, the quick fix, the ship passing in the night.  It entitles you to meet interesting people, whom you would never meet, even if you laid traps or advertised for them.  Not only do you met them, but you also unmeet them, all in the space of, it often seems, a mere compacted evening.  As there is so little time, bodies in motion drop their guard and immediately get on with their stories.  Then the proverbial ships part, each to its destination, never again to brush each other's wake.

Once when I looked up, I happened to see a sea eagle poised on magisterial wings above the knurled summit of the mountain behind my tent. It was a scene of peerless tranquility, tossed out in Nature's devil-may-care way, which says: Just open your eyes, my friend, and I'll astonish you every minute of your life.

The republic they fashioned was a fine mix of parity and ruthlessness. On the one hand, it was the site of the world's first democratic parliament, the Althing, established in 930; on the other, those first democrats used to salt the heads of their enemies and carry them around to show off to each other.

...there were only fifteen thousand polar bears in the world, and five billion of me. To let one of them devour my all-too-common flesh would, if only slightly, help adjust the grievous imbalance.