This is a true story
>be me, be first time in Iceland
>be into my 3rd week, hiking the highland desert called Sprengisandur
>2 days away from the nearest hut, most psychedelic landscape I've ever been to, gray ruble desert, snow, wind, no shelter, every now and then a little oasis with a spring
>following the old horse route that already the viking settlers used, it is windy as fuck and I spot a oasis in the distance, its the only green thing there is
>walk to the oasis, I could use fresh water and a tea break
>arrive, it is motherfucking beautiful, a small artemisian spring feeds into a sand pool, a small creek runs from it and disapears again after around 50m.
>everything is green and full of pretty flowers, magic place, I drop my pack and grab my kuksa and bottle and go to the spring, fill the bottle and drink a cup, tastes great
>theres a stone, shaped like a throne, perfect to have sit, make tea and be sheltered from the damn wind
>the moment I place my ass on the throne stone the show starts
>acoustic hallucinations, I hear strange voice from really close but can't see shit, I see movement, but only with my peripheral view, lots of shit is going on
>pretty freaked out right now, not sure if food poisoning, lsd flashback from the college days or something else
>pack up, 360 and walk away. I remember saying something like "sorry guys, I didn't meant to, just needed the water and the break, I'll be going now"
>freaked some more because I normally don't talk aloud to myself
>walk some 40km more trough the desert. beautiful, strange, totally uneventful
>arrive at some Icelandic mountain hut
tbc
