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  • In September 2006 I went for the first time with my friend Andrés, who is a doctor at the local hospital to Heljardalsheiði (Death valley heath), a rough and rocky trail 865 meters above sea level, in a mountain area in North Iceland.

    We were driving the 1946 Willys he got from his father, and I had my 1958 Rolleiflex camera with a lot of 120 films. To eat we had dried fish and smoked lamb, old traditional Icelandic food and of course we had strong and good coffee to drink with it.

    In spite of a fairly good weather forecast, it started to sleet and the sleet turned to snow when were getting closer to the top, so we had to go back the same way we came to avoid getting stuck in the middle of nowhere, far away from what we call the civilization.

    We have gone this way twice since, on beautiful and sunny summer days and even though the landscape is very stark and rocky, this is one of the most beautiful mountain trails I have ever travelled.
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