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Iceland is a fascinating island which provokes primaeval feelings in every visitor. Those lava flows frozen into bizar shapes, those bubbling, sometimes elegantly spouting geysers, those endlessly whistling winds across the treeless landscape tinted by thin moss, that piercing emptiness in which every migrant disappears despondently - a dream from boys books. Landon rebuilds his holiday trip from shreds of memory into an impressive whole. Every cairn, every mountain formation, every slice of snow melt together into an overwhelming continuum in which the sound of footsteps and the babbling of a melt-water stream dissolve into silence. And then suddenly, detached and with blisters on your feet, you are sitting in the bus to the airport. It grows dark slowly.
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Erik Daams
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Editing: Alain Durocher,
Effects: Wynn Reynolds,
Music: Christopher Cousineau,
With thanks to: Ingileif Thorlacius, Mite Avista, Concorsia University, Meteo media, Canada Council,
Production: Martin Holley, Paul Landon
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