In precisely one week I'll be sat in a meeting, probably looking very restless and slightly nervous. And not just because it's a marketing meeting and I'll be bored beyond tears. It's because the following morning, at some unholy time of the day, we set off for Iceland.
About time too really. I've been building this up for so long now that there is no chance in hell it could ever live up to the hype!
Of course it wouldn't be right if we didn't have a little more drama before we start. Why not?
So, with the kind of monotonous surety that only Fate and all of her demonic little helpers can deliver, our route is once again in some doubt. After being nixed by fire (Holuhraun going pop for 7 months), this time it's ice. Apparently Iceland has been through one of the winteryest winters in decades (think of the chilly bits in Game of Thrones and you're spot on - they film it in Iceland), and as a result, the interior of the country is still thawing out. Normally the central highland tracks are open by late June, but as you can see from the map below, at the moment it's all closed.
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Other good news lies in the unlikely forms of sponsorship and sausages. No, really.
We've raised over £1250 for the MNDA, and Source Food in Bristol have set aside half a kilo of salami to liven up our otherwise painfully dull diet! They're also making noises about hosting an evening 'event' when we get back... I feel a particularly dull slideshow coming on.
Since this might be the last blog post before we go, here is a link to the DeLorme tracking website. At present it shows South Bristol in all of it's urban glory. But in 8 days it's going to get a whole lot more interesting.
Password: Fatbike
Cheers!
Tom
