Earlier this year I had this dream. I once would love to go to Iceland to ride horses like it is nowhere equal in the world. Riding a horse with a herd of loose horses around you. Wether this be your spare horses or horses you just gathered from the highlands. I had this dream many times before, but since a while this dream is much more alive than just a dream. Maybe just a silent call to take this step forward to have this dream become reality. I dream of this creamcolored horse. Yet so far I only rode sorrel horses in Iceland. Not yet the more stunning colors. But a horse is not defined by its color. Still, this cream colored or buckskin horse is so apparant to me. And then this dream, this horse appears a lot.
Now I found this opportunity on a site, for a (for horserelated holidays) rather cheap price you'd be joining a horse round up and deliver a herd of horses to their owners the next day. In an area that fascinates me. I have a strong feeling towards the northwest of Iceland. I don't know why but it is a place that beholds magic for me. The peninsula of Snaefellsnes especially has something in store for me. It is Icelands magical key both literaly and figurally. It is the entrance to Middle Earth, Sagaland, the museum of Witchcraft is there and paranormal activity is quite 'normal'. A place I probably would feel very much at home. But this tour takes place higher up north, just at the junction of the Westfjords to northern Iceland. Exactly halfway ringroad 1 from Reykjavik to Akureyri.
But money is always the issue. It was of course coincidence this tour takes place exactly within the boundaries of my planned holidays from work. Though I would have prefered it to be one week earlier. Now I have a little bit more insight in how my finances are that little spark of hope got ignited. Still not convinced enough to go ahead though.
It was more a dream I had last week. And some more events, I just kept on dreaming about this huge herd of horses dashing into my dreams. Weird names, familiar sounds, the kind voice pushing me into a direction. I want to go so badly and I have to decide at this point wether to give it a go or not before chances run out. So I checked availability. It all suited, the whole picture fell in nice, but I was told demand for this farm was currently on the rise. I had to be quick to decide. I'd be one of the last who could join if I did book it.
Not later I was taking a shower and it really without a doubt pondered into my mind. A bright light switched on, even planes would be distracted by this light if I was outside. And suddenly it was there, this heartwarming feeling and a confidental voice of myself saying I have nothing left to loose. I lost everything already. Well almost. I have to do it, for they can't take it away from me if things go worse. It was my promise the last thing I would do is to go to Iceland. To keep sane, to keep a future go there!
I was stunned... the voice I missed for a while was back. I may not have been in dispair well enough for it to speak. But here it was....
And then I looked up the site, what a place... gosh would this mean a chance to network around for a job? I already feel like this would be a place I would be looking for. They even grow their own healthy vegetables and fruits in a greenhouse. The pictures say it all. That marvelous picture of the owner in connection with one of his horses. It just shows they handle their horses like I can live to. Or would good marketing picturing do the job? No I think this is a nice place, it feels good.
Further researching my newly planned trip to Iceland, I bumped across a terrible fate. I was adviced to go by public transport as roadconditions may be less favorable in October. And I have to drive alone in a A class car crossing a wide open space. There will come by enough passengers it is true. Road 1 is priority kept clean, it is true. But I know myself, I want to see all and everything, stopping at every rock and waterfall. And if you know Iceland, that would mean stopping every few meters. I even insist on finding Glymur, Iceland highest waterfall. But it is hidden in a canyon only to be reached after a 2 hour hike. That will be a no go for as long as I have no Iceland travelbuddy who thinks like me. :-( The dream of freedom had to be replaced by the safety of a bus. I so wish I once would find a like minded who can and wants to explore this country. I can't be the only one facing this problem... I simply can't.
So I did my research and there ended my plans. The busses don't go any longer during winter season from September 15th until April. That is the luck I have... so I am afraid my dreaming was all for nothing. I still don't give up, really I truly feel I have to go there. Even if that means renting a car and just drive. Stay safely on road 1 and only have a break at Hraunfossar in its autumn outfit. And hoping the lucky weather charm is still charged. I have so far always been blessed for storm and wind free holidays, while Iceland is notorious for its stormy winds. I can't be lucky forever...
One last bit of hope comes from the fact that in previous years I have wondered myself almost to insanity, why I always ended up seeing our local busline number 57 passing by. No matter where I have been, I always came across. If I come from work every day at 5 it would be likely to see it every day, but that is not the case. That bus goes once every 2 hours in the less busy moments. And still I manage to come across on a road which I only drive for highest 10 minutes, and never ever I go there at fixed times. It is absurd. So for me either that bus, that busline or that number meant something. I searched high and low, researched all buslines 57 in our country for clues. And did not find. Until I searched for this bus to go to the round up. Bus 57 is the service between Reykjavik and Akureyri. And it stops where I have to be....
So what to do with that information? I don't know, but I am close to the answer of this issue... and there is a connection. But it doesnt go in October....
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