Reykjavík Grapevine


Reykjavík Grapevine - 25.08.2017, Blaðsíða 52

Reykjavík Grapevine - 25.08.2017, Blaðsíða 52
Words: Paul Fontaine Photos: Alice Demurtas I used to hitchhike around Ice- land fairly frequently. I’ve circled the Ring Road by thumb three times, and have traveled to vari- ous destinations this way. None of the trips I have taken can, or likely will ever, compare to what I experienced hitch- ing from Egilsstaðir to Akureyri one late summer day. I had f inished crossing the bridge from Egilsstaðir to Fellabær, and I was being eating alive by biting midges, when a beat-up Subaru hatchback pu l led over. A young Ice- landic guy behind t he whe el a sked where I was going, and when it turned out he was going to Dalvík, I thought my prayers had been answered, as I was going to nearby Akureyri. I hopped in, and off we went. We rode in silence into the northeast for what might have been less than an hour before he asked me, “Do you smoke?” The phantom geese “No, thanks,” I said. He shrugged, reached into his shirt pocket, and pulled out a joint the size of his in- dex finger. I said nothing as he lit it and drew deeply from his joint, puffing away, casually exhaling with one hand on the steering wheel. That is, until he suddenly pulled over, pointed towards the passenger side window and said, “Look! Do you see them?” I looked. All I saw was grass, stretching to the horizon. I said I did not see “them.” He hesitated. “Wait here,” he said, and got out of the car. He opened the hatch and took out a shotgun. “I’ll be right back,” he said with grim determi- nation, and walked off into the grass, leaving me in the car. Sure, I consid- ered running. But where was I going to run to, exactly, away from a man w ith a car and a shotgun? So I stayed put. About a minute later, I heard a loud “POP!” and saw a flock of geese in the distance take flight. The man came stalking back, cursing. He tossed the shotgun into the hatch and got behind the wheel again. “Missed ‘em,” he said. “Don’t worry though, there’ll be more.” I’m not sure if he was trying to reassure me or himself, but he nonetheless stopped three more times, stalking after geese I couldn’t see but he could. He nev- er got one. Destiny calls Toward evening, we arrived at Mý- vatn, and stopped for a burger. He was clearly in a bad mood, looking like a little kid who was just told no, we will not stop for ice cream on the way home. I tried cheering him up with my own stories of failed hunting attempts, but this did little to lighten the mood. He pushed away his half-eaten hamburger and said it was time to go. Back on the road we went. The roads around Mývatn can be winding, but he kept his speed up around 90 km/h. He looked posi- tively broken. But then we turned one curve, and there, destiny await- ed him. Two ptarmigans stood in the road. One was on the median, but the other was standing right smack dab in the middle of our lane. “Nei, rjúpur!” he exclaimed, and floored the gas pedal. The bird had enough time to turn to see the bumper ap- proaching. I heard a soft thump. The man spun a hard U-turn, and drove back to the spot. There, the ptarmigan lay where he once stood. “Isn’t there a ban on hunting these birds?” I asked. “Well yes,” he said. “But there’s nothing in the law about hitting one with your car.” I couldn’t refute that. Amazingly, he gave the ptarmi- gan to me as a gift, which was very generous considering his repeated failure to hunt any birds that day. He dropped me off in Akureyri with my small bird in hand, and drove away. I never met him again. 52 The Reykjavík Grapevine Issue 15 — 2017 Hitchhiking In The Northeast Is Crazy Weed, maverick goose hunting, and suicidal ptarmigans Foolhardy ptarmigans live here The author hitchhiked three times around the country “Wait here,’ he said, and got out of the car. He opened the hatch and took out a shotgun.” Hað Bláa The Blue Sea restaurant with a view 483-1000 • hafidblaa.is 5 minutes from Eyrarbakki at the Ölfusá bridge 483-3330 • raudahusid.is 10 minutes from Selfoss and Highway 1 in Eyrarbakki open daily 11:30-22:00 Traveling the south coast or Golden Circle? Reykjavík Eyrarbakki Keavík International Airport Vík Open: Mondays-Saturdays 11:30-22:30 Sundays 16:00-22:00 Now offering catering service! IM ICELANDIC I DONT EAT WHALE MEAT ICELAND FUTURE SANCTUARY PROTECTION Reykjavík Borgarnes Hellnar Ólafsvík HELP US CREATE A FAXAFLÓI BAY WHALE SANCTUARY PLEASE SIGN THE PETITION WWW.IFAW.IS Hafnarfjörður Reykjanesbær
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