It depends how many sandwiches you've got
When you die of hypothermia you'll probably be found lying naked, face-down in the snow. The body gets confused and can't tell the difference between hot and cold, so you strip off moments before your death to 'cool down', just as your internal organs freeze over and everything grinds to a stop.
It was -18°C in the highlands this weekend and Bjarni's dad, Einar, took us on a jeep-trip to stay in a hut, unconcerned with our traumatic and potentially embarrassing deaths. We have a shovel and a radio with us, he says, so we either dig ourselves out of trouble or we call for help. And if we get really stuck, we just get into our sleeping-bags and stay inside the jeep. I wonder how long we'll survive like that?
"I wonder how long we'll survive like that?" I ask him, in the middle of a snow-covered lava field 100 miles from nowhere.
"That depends how many sandwiches you've got," he says, fiddling with the radio and frowning.
I do a quick count on my fingers: I made eight sandwiches. That's one a day and I'll last over a week — plus Bjarni will probably donate a couple of his, because he's soft like that. I decide not to touch any of my own until I'm really, really hungry. But halfway through the mountains the wheels just spin and spin and the jeep won't go. I panic and eat half a sandwich. The last thing I want is to be found naked and dead, 200 miles from nowhere, face-down in the snow.
It only takes Einar a couple of minutes to get us out again.
More pics here
14 comments:
beautiful photos, Annie. glad you're enjoying your holidays!
-18°C???
Still, almost worth your untimely and tragic deaths from hypothermia for such gorgeous photos, Annie.
You'd have to be a few sandwiches short to attempt a trip like that.
What gorgeous pictures. Did you get a face full of snow after the 'revenge of the killer cat' one?
Seems that you weren't the travellers that the rescue team had to go save :D
No, but we heard about them. Seven jeeps on the glacier, right? We rescued two cars with the tow-rope, we were heroes.
Cats always land on their feet so I was fine. Bjarni got a face full of snow though, seems he was taking the picture.
Primal Sneeze: I know I can always rely on you for the puns.
Looks like great cycling territory - did ya pass any bikes?
Fabulous!
I think you are very brave to go on a trip like that with my oldest brother. And I think I have never seen a better description of those trips :)
Happy new year Annie :) I hope I´ll see you sometimes soon. After all, I am Bjarnis favorite aunt :)
Hæ Fríða! I hope we'll meet soon too, Bjarni is always talking about how fantastic you are ;)
Eolaí... bikes?! There was two feet of snow in the highlands. We passed a couple of cross-country skiers and about 5 other jeeps and that was it.
Excellent!
Wow. Beautiful photos. Glad you had fun xx
what a fantastic trip! and thanx for the visuals. you're so much cooler than me; i'll be sure never to piss you off, ms. cat-lady.
wv: rjlug
surely that means something in icelandic. translation please!
Super,super pics...now I want to go and give it a lash.
Oh and why didn't you tell us that Bjarni's dad is actually Sting?
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