Le voile se dechire (French Edition)

We are not here to realise an exploit or to beat a speed or a crossing record No, our exploit, is simply the passion of everyone in his own field. It is daily a small spark of creative madness that makes things move, change and that makes our life of sportings and adventurers intense. Because the snowindsurf as it says is practised in the snow Our guide tell us that we are not far from Lanmanalaugar refuge, target of our first stage. We are going to stay so in the blizzard.

No pictures, no motorised parachute, no snowindsurf and of course no helicopter. Iceland seems to show us that it is it which order. One morning, a beautiful sun comes up in the Lanmanalaugar Valley. We enter a world where the nature has a wild beauty. Our refuge is built at the bottom of a lava flow very near the warm river where we bathed the first day. As a prisoner who would be set free, Eric jumps in his shoes, jumps on his surf and with 2 or 3 pumpings take the wind which brings him at the bottom of the valley in an amazing run. While I film the stage with my mm telephoto lens, the other Eric makes his motorised parachute ready.

Once more, Iceland orders and our motorised parachute will only fly twice during our stay. Turbulences and the wind are too strong. With the skidoo we decide to go up a slope on which it is possible to pass killer loops? Confirmed funboarder, I can't believe it. Nevertheless like a good photographer, I make myself ready With all speed, Eric roll on the track.

A little noise of the snow under the board mingles with the whistle of the wind in the sail. A trail of powdery snow illuminate a moment with the sun and we can follow the surf with our eyes in the air. At the end of the looping, Eric helps himself with the sail to deaden the fall and leave straight on in the track accelerating with all speed. The light on the mountain at the back ground makes the scenery looking like a gigantic wave My Leicas record the stage, 4 pictures per second, when an helicopter noise like in "apocalypse Now" blared in the valley.

The Jet Ranger that we rent appears as a big dragonfly, calms down and lands not far away in a powdery snow cloud.

We embark and take off immediately. At this time, when the horizon moves back to leave the place at the aerial vision, the photography seems to be powerless to describe this view which doesn't end. Here and there "sulphatars" spit steam jets, small white and fleecy pillars which go up to 30 meters and vanish in the atmosphere. We fly over a unknown planet. We are in a space ship flying a lunar and mineral world.

The volcanic magic of Iceland landscapes stretches itself on. The country is astride the tectonic plates of the American and European continents. The radio sizzles in the intercom. On the ground, the motorised parachute tries in vain to take off. It will stay pined down because of the turbulences. We drop Eric on a summit and we put ourself in the right position with the helicopter not far from the track.

I give some instruction to the pilot. After making himself ready, Eric dashes forward on the track with such a speed that the pilot can't follow him any more and Eric shuts himself up in an infernal spiral We take a turning facing the slope so tight that the centrifuge force squashes us on our seats Suddenly the surf is back in my view-finder, everything calms down and becomes normal again.

Eric understand he was going too fast and so he waits for us. I set a mm on a R5 and I sign to him to start In the evening at the refuge we talk about the events of the day.

Eric the Jet Pocket's pilot is uncosolable. Our Icelandic friends cook a traditional meal which was the Viking feast: All this with the most awful taste to us but looking something like a very delicious meal for our friends. They eat without shivering and drink vodka with everything. The shark has been hung for months in a sauce with horses urine and it tastes of amoniac. We eat without pleasure and do not take another plate of this dish, saying that it is delicious but we are not really hungry Magnous and Adde laugh about their joke.

It would certainly deserve a test article in the Gault et Millau The day after, low clouds cover all the area. On the snow, no relief, no shape, no more shadow and light's games, everything is white. Mountaineers call it a white day and we won't take any pictures today.

In Iceland, we can't make a plan they say. We follow the nature choice and we take the opportunity of the first opening in the cloud to take everybody in the helicopter toward the South coast. Car will join us latter. The weather forecast promises for tomorrow a splendid day. Early morning, we take off again. The air is so pure that the visibility "stretches itself" on several hundred kilometres.

At the background, the Vatnajokull glacier shimmers in the rising sun. We all are exited by the idea of a splendid day shooting pictures. After having examined the horizon, we choose a volcano summit with the ideal slope profile to organize another cession of surf killer loop to shoot the film.

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