There is one week left before our flight back to Iceland. The clock is ticking. Ironicaly, without boat, we had never been that still.We are stuck. Outside the hutt, the wind is blowing. Sheltered in our new home, we enjoy the unique scenery: A ballet of giant Icebergs . From small ice cubes, to huge iced cliffs they seem stuck in an eternal dance. Evrard is mesmerized by the biggest Icebergs, he dreams of accosting these magestic iced ships. Ice axes in his hands, crampons on his feet, he is ready to challenge these white wall, tainted of blue .
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