But(t)… (PS)


Páll Stefánsson's picture

About fifteen years ago, after spending two days hiking in the mountains around Landmannalaugar, I was craving a bath—a hot bath.

Countless times I had crawled into the natural hot pot (brook) in Landmannalaugar, and always naked, as people do in the highlands.

Or did.

When in the pool, sky still bright with the midnight sun, I suddenly realized that I was the only one naked.

Tourists from all four corners of the globe were sitting there, either in swimsuits or their undies.

I felt like a pervert, in my own country, and for the next hour, I laid on my stomach, behaving.

Since then, I have been there hundreds of times.

Always wearing a swimsuit like everybody else.

Páll Stefánsson – ps(at)

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