I love the smell of volcanic ashes in the morning.

While the airspace over Northern Europe is entirely shut down due to a volcanic eruption in Iceland (what are the odds), Beth and I are sitting on the train back from Brussels, rather drained from the events of the days and somewhere between that feeling of falling asleep and looking out of the window. We decided to take a day trip to the European capital today, 2 hours away from Den Haag. The weather was stunning and so we walked around, tried to find our way guided by my infamous sense of direction (which, obviously, resulted in many circles being walked) and ate one waffle too many. Eventually we met up with Laura and a friend of hers, both more or less Den Haag folks, and had drinks and dinner in the evening sun. All in all rather random but nice.

On an entirely different note, I am currently very fascinated by the events surrounding the Icelandic volcano. What are the odds that such an eruption would have such a profound impact on Northern Europe? The cloud of ashes is presently extending from Belgium towards Finland and slowly descending. I am halfway expecting to wake up to everything being covered in Icelandic volcano dust tomorrow, a quite post apocalyptic¬†image. Maybe that also explains my fascination, it is the first time that Iceland is actually having a manifest impact on my life. As much as I’d like to go, to this point in time it hasn’t really taken much of a foothold in my life.

As sorry as I feel for the travelers stuck at airports and the numerous people who can’t even embark on their journey, I do think that the events of the day are somewhat ironic: A volcano erupts in the North Atlantic and everything here stops working. So it is a raw natural force affecting the highly technological airline industry, of all things. In a sense it shows how small and somewhat arbitrary all our technological accomplishments are in the grand scheme of things.

Update: flickr’s got some pictures worth seeing.