The adventure in Photoshop

or

 the adventure in Ice and Fire

 

 

Most people think that low-fair flyrouthes are something new - they are not.  But this trip took a new journey south. Not that I havenīt been kicked out of planes before, but this time it came as total surprice that my destination, Iceland, didnīt had an airport. And to quote a former thief and friend of mine "No more parachutes"!  Guess they were for business-class only.

 

                                                                   

So I had to make a jump for it...

 

 

                                                                   

I should have been prepared.  God seems to kind of dislike my ability to cause the destuction of every artifact he ever created for mandkind. If he caused this or one of my many enimies (people seems to dislike "eager beavers" like myself, who dont take "no" for an answer), I dont know, but suddently I had a creapy flashback from South America ī36 ...

 

                                                                   

I dont get any younger, but that boulder sure got bigger, and I could feel itīs  icecold breath in my neck, as I ran towards the abyss...

 

 

                                                                                   

Damm, the heat was on, eventhough it was feezing cold, but having no options I made my second jump this day...

 

                                                             

A long way to the buttom, so I managed to get my gear looking right, and to land unharmed in the snow below ( a little rime)...

 

 

                                                                                          

After being refreshed that way, I got up and noticed something in the Ice climb...   An entrance........   ( To be continued )