ICELAND

I'm planning to make it real this time.

One of my biggest dream, to see Iceland.

I've been wanting to go there since the first time I saw Heima,

since I adore Bjork and Sigur Ros and Jonsi and Stafraenn Hakon,

before Iceland is such a hipster thing right now.

This is it. I think I'm gonna do it.

All by myself, because everyone else thinks I'm crazy for going there on dead winter.

That, or because they don't have the budget for it.

I don't have the budget too, to be honest.

That place is fucking expensive, the world knows.

Renting the cheapest car for a week would cost you one and a half grand (USD),

the cheapest, smallest one... While what you actually need is a 4WD, due to its nature.

Hotels there will cost you at least one hundred bucks,

again, the cheapest one.

I ain't got that much money.

All I got is a ticket to Paris, and one Iceland Express promo flight from there to Reykjavik.

I'm afraid I gotta hitchhike on random cars, once I'm there,

and couchsurf. Or sleeping in camping sites if the cold doesn't plan to kill me.

I don't know.

This is probably the craziest thing I've ever done.

David told me for too many times, I'm so tired of being warned.

I told him that I will settled down, seriously settled down, after I'm back later...

I even brought up the word "marriage" -

I don't know why I did that.

I just need to.

I feel so scare, I know I am ridiculously insane.

But God, don't I love this feeling.

God, let me have this.