Is There a Ghost?

Further travel diary excerpts: Thursday, 8 August, 2008.

The car ride to Þingvellir was breathtaking - like being surrounded by a landscape of watercolours. The mountains; a dark blue against the grey sky - the features of the foreground seem to be more like suggestions than visual reality. The car is silent other than a slight purr, and there is also the patter of the rain. Despite the rain, the lakes and ponds are still, and they loom at the road's edge in mercuric glow. The land is seemingly devoid of life besides the occasional horse in the distance. Odd it seems, for such an otherwise 'lush' valley. We all seem to be lost in our respective thoughts, unsurprisingly. This will outlive us, but life goes on.