ICELAND - HOME OF VIKINGS - Episode 4 - World Wild Magical Tour

          How long the Hippie-Hangout flipped through the air, I have no idea but when it materialized on a narrow twisty road, I thought we were time travelling rather than having a mind-blowing experience. I could scarce believe my eyes, coming towards us in the middle of the road appeared to be a viking wearing a helmet containing a set of horns riding a bicycle. I don't know who's eyes bugged out the most, his or ours?  

Drangey Island

          Shortly after passing the strange looking man, we met some other residents and learned that we had landed on Iceland. However, stranger yet, it was rumoured that a clan of actual vikings from the 10th century also lived here, their exact whereabouts unknown but thought to be residing in some caves located on nearby Drangey Island. The Icelanders weren't too surprised that we had come across a viking, even riding a bicycle, because they were suspected of sneaking about and pillaging the country side, especially on dark and stormy nights. And occasionally, a viking ship had been spotted, its sail silhouetted by the moon.

I'd somehow have to imagine being on Drangey Island because meeting a real live viking was a must. However, before checking out a viking's lair, we had to make one more stop - the John Lennon Imagine Peace Tower. After all, that's what our Hippie-Hangout is all about - groovin' to peace and love.

          While we were parked at the Peace Tower, which had been built by Oko Yono (Lennon's wife) Daisy baked a delicious pan of brownies (her own magical recipe). After having a few bites, the sweet chocolaty flavour bursting in my mouth, I stretched out on the bed and set my mind free. Suddenly as if we were cart-wheeling through the heavens, a star-burst of thoughts expanding into one, we soon found ourselves on Drangey Island, but without the trailer, which seemed a little odd. It was good timing though, because the vikings were having a feast and we had the munchies. I'm not sure if we were a mirage or if they were because no one seemed to notice us when we sat down on one of the benches at the long wooden table where everyone else was seated and gorging themselves with fist-fulls of meat, the blood dripping off their chins. We tried conversing but didn't understand Norwegian, if that's what they were even speaking. The only standout word was "Odin", which was spoken often, they all lifted their mugs of ale high into the air and cheered. They were a rugged looking group of people, some dressed in furs, hides and others in crotch-tight Spandex. However, as the evening merriment continued, they began to look at us a little oddly, to which Daisy passed her pan of brownies around. Before long, everyone was smiling and then laughing hysterically, especially when the man we met on the road rode in on his bicycle and then instantly fell over. Whether it was the copious amount of food, drink or brownies or a combination thereof, almost in unison, the vikings began to fall asleep and then poof; we were back inside our trailer parked near the Peace Tower.

          I guess my imagination was on overdrive because when I awoke and found myself rubbing the sleep from my eyes, a large shadow descended over our Hippie Hangout and poof; a giant eagle suddenlyhad swooped down and was carrying us skyward...cheers, eh!