180 km from Reykjavik, I'm in the final stretch, get er' done mentality. The past couple of days I've been riding on fairly flat wide expanses of land besides glaciers. Did you know that Iceland didn't get out of the ice age until 10,000 years ago? Sometimes I think I could be in central American sunshine right now but then I wake up and peep out my tent to an iceberg lagoon, where the crystal blue icebergs are being ever so gently moved by nearby waves. I'm slightly over the lack of cyclist comradery out here. Everyone seems so extreme and closed off to connect with each other. Quite the contradiction from the beautiful community of people I got to know along the west coast a couple of weeks ago even for my short stint out there. People are out here for all sorts of reasons but some seem to just be checking off this physical feat on their bucket list and less about experiencing this wild country by bicycle. It's simply a different style, on a wavelength I'm not able to plug into. Rant over. I've also been listening to hella podcasts out here. The bicycle touring purist in me feels like its cheating. I'm not sure why I've decided if you're not suffering on some sort of both physical and mental levels it's cheating? Alas I've been very carefully plugged in at low volume levels so I can still hear traffic approaching. I take breaks from the streaming stories and consciously disconnect from the 4 days left mindset to practice being present with my body and the place it's in. An ongoing challenge, as always. #biketouring #bikeiceland #bepresent #begentletoyourself #invisibilia #blacksandbeaches #getoutside (at Vik, South Iceland)