BlankThis morning, I got of my hammock (and yes, I have become a bit of an
expert in the art of getting into and out of a hammock) yawned, staggered on
deck and then saw what might be one of the last things I see, namely Iceland
rising up out of the horizon and I tell you my heart fell into the pit of my
stomach.
With the Valkyria less than two days from landing in Iceland, I am beginning
to wonder how to explain to my uncle that I am not as keen on this trip as I
first said back in Germany. But the only problem is that if I do he is
liable to fly off the handle (and my uncle flying off the handle is the last
thing that anyone needs to experience!).
Message to Herr Axel Lidenbrock: Axel, if this message is appearing it means
that you are having second thoughts about undertaking this trip to Iceland
that your uncle is doing. I wish to assure you that I have your best
interests at hearts, sorry heart. Therefore I give you this cast iron
promise. Whatever happens between when you enter the Sneffels volcano and
when you exit it (and I am sure you will) I will endeavour to help you at
every turn. Yours, Doctor Smith.
I have no idea how that message appeared, but it has calmed my fears. When I
spoke to Doctor Smith before we left Copenhagen he seemed like a honest
person (if a little on the unhinged side) and therefore I promise him that I
will carry on with this expedition.
Received on Wed 11 Jun 2008 - 01:27:33 IDT