从冰岛的北峡湾,从蚊蚋猖獗的米瓦腾附近的草木茂盛的农场出发,马丁·佩勒驾驶着吉普车向南越过该岛的中央山脊,不久便发觉自己只剩孤零零的一个人。绿色的田野越来越稀少,最终而至于不见了。渐渐上升的未经铺砌的道路永无止境地转着弯。每转一个弯,每过去一个时辰,这种孤独感就越甚。裸露的岩层被风乱吹着,估计只有在最荒凉的沙漠里,或者在地球的极地才能见到这种情形。 From Iceland’s northern fjords, starting from the lush farms near the mosquito rampant Mivatten, Martin Peller crossed the central ridges of the island south-west of Jeep and soon realized he was alone. The green fields are getting scarcer and eventually disappear. The ever-rising unpaved roads turn endlessly. Every turn of a bend, each passing an hour, the more the sense of loneliness. Bare rock was blown by the wind, it is estimated that only in the most desolate desert, or in the polar globe to see this situation.