"Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

[fan_elune]

Very quick post. We're back! It was great. There was much swimming in *hot* pools, and I do mean hot (over 30°C), with amazing Islandic mounts in the background... true delight. There was also amazing sight-seeing - the landscapes are as beautiful as New Zealand! I don't even envy Frederic anymore, and that's saying something. We climbed through some caves and up some semi-cliffs and over a river on a plank of wood (no rope-walking yet, but working on it - pee_wai must have some Elvish heritage though. With all due respect to Orly, Peewai did the whole climbing thing with much more ease) and finally saw the tallest waterfall of Island... wow. It was worth it. We also climbed up a dead volcano, very nice view there too.

I'm in awe of this country.

I also read The Princess Bride - such a riot. I adore that book. I wanna see the film again! Hopefully I'll find a cheap dvd somewhere next year. Along with the whole "The far side of the world" series, should I like the first book. Which I don't doubt I will.

Comments

[heikki-cheren.livejournal.com]

I quite don't see why Elves should enjoy climbing in caves and cliffs. They are wood people.
Granted, some have fathers living in a cave.
Ok, some most probably did grow up in a cave.
But...
Well, when you're a young prince, you are to avoid climbing around in daddy's house, ya know. You've got to act with dignity. To hide carefully if you are to be frolicking around with handso... er, with some dwarves, and go shield-riding on stairs and tame olifant just for the hell of it. You just don't go climb walls in your father's palace. Cave. Whatever.

[heikki-cheren.livejournal.com]

"Elvish heritage", "Elvish heritage", tu t'avances un peu vite là. L'interessé m'a parlé de sauts de rochers en rochers. Tu es sûre qu'il ne tient pas plus du Basque bondissant? O;-P

[fan-elune.livejournal.com]

Quite sure, yes. He doesn't "bondir". He skips, maybe. His ease on any sort of ground is quite Elvish, really. (Or, one could say, the product of youth and foolishness in the form of a certain lack of fear, granted.)