Iceland has been magical. We came across this geyser hole. A few other people were standing around and we came to meet them. As soon as we arrived at the perch, we were eager to see it spew. The others informed us that the geyser required “ancient pleasure” for a proper eruption. After much toil and experimental thought, we came up with nothing successful and were about to leave when a small man appeared, full of wisdom. So, of course, we immediately drew up a plan to sell our souls for the secret geyser-pleasing maneuver to this “self-proclaimed faerie.” I’m physically unable to describe what we had to do, but boy did that geyser splooge. One of the others luckily snapped a photo of the sulfuric cum storm raining upon us and supplied a copy (see image on front). More tales to come.
Best,
AntiChrist-iansen
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