The final day of the Wild Goose Chase.


The trail wound through a valley of black volcanic gravel.

"Thus spoke Zarathustra" was my preferred soundtrack for this day.
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.


Moon walking


The day was fine and clear.

The following day we waited in the freezing cold driving rain for 5 hours before our lazy, incompetent Danish logistics guy picked us up.
(Thanks Jesper :)

Total sense of humour failure.