I was returning to New York for a one-day conference at New York University Graduate Centre. I flew the cheapest route, the scenic route via Iceland. The sea was filled with scattered with broken ice flows, with the occasional melting iceberg surrounded by a halo of fragments. As we came into Keflavik airport the sea was filled with white horses, it looked really turbulent, then comes landfall and the airport, which appears to be built on a lava field. At first the natural smooth curves touched with a thin coating of lichen and a little stunted grass, then broken up as if they simply used pneumatic drills to level it off: piles of tufa or pumice spread out over a huge area.
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