How I ended up in arm tubes in 200 words or less.

I met a boy named Justus in a pub in Thurso.
We were both catching the ferry from Scotland to Iceland the next morning, both on our way to the Saving Iceland protest camp.

We hitchhiked across Iceland together from Seyðisfjörður to Reykjavík.

When we got to the camp it was flooding.

So we moved the camp across the river, and up the hill
to what we later discovered was a river bed.

We admired our new surroundings,

and cooked delicious food.

*Note to the (post) vegans: cabbage is 22% protein.

And then my tent collapsed.

Somewhere along the way we remembered why we had all come to Iceland in the first place:

To stop the destruction of Icelandic wilderness in the name of heavy industry.

So we occupied a Century Aluminum construction site and locked ourselves to machinery.

(click here to read the full story)

Two days later, we hit Century again and blockaded the single supply road into one of their smelters.
(again, click here for the story)

I'm the one lying on the ground in the blue boots, hence the arm tubes.

* This post could alternatively be titled: "Kalea shows off her photos from Iceland with minimum storytelling effort."

** For more information on the Saving Iceland campaign go to:

www.savingiceland.org