It was very early in the morning when the boat got to
Iceland. We could see the round body of the Sneffells
Yokul volcano going up into the sky through the clouds.
It had snow near the top, and it looked like an angry
monster waiting for someone to try and climb it.
The boat stopped at Reykjavik. It was a small town with
small bri ck houses. Mr Fridriksson, a professor from the
university there, met us at the boat. He looked very
friendl y and smiled when he saw us.
"You must be professor Lidenbrock."
"And you must be professor Fridriksson. This JS my
assistant, Axe I."
We shook hands.
"You got my letter, then."
"Oh, yes, professor, and everything is ready for you.
Please, come with me."
My uncle did not tell anyone the real reason for our
journey. H e wanted the two of us to be the only ones to
travel to the centre of the earth. But we needed someone
to go along with us as we didn't know the area, and the ice
and snow around the volcano was too dangerous. So, Mr
Fridriksson found us a guide. His name was Hans and he
looked perfect for the job. He was tall and very strong. He
had small blue eyes and long red hair.He almost never
smiled or spoke.
Mr Fridriksson introduced us.
"Professor Lidenbrock, this is Hans. Hans, professor
Lidenbrock and his assistant, Axel."
Hans moved his head just a little to say hello.
"Hans is a very quiet man, like most Icelanders, but he
is the strongest and best climber in Reykjavik."
My uncle smiled at Mr Fridriksson's words.
"He's just perfect, Mr Fridriksson."
Mr Fridriksson let us stay at his house until we were
ready to leave. We needed many things for our
adventure. We took four horses to travel to the mountain.
The professor and I each rode one, but Hans walked. The
other two horses carried our bags.
We took a lot of things with us: rope to r climbing, tools,
lights, guns, medicine and enough food for six months.
The only problem was we could only carry enough water
for one week. The professor beli eved th ere was water
under the volcano, but what if there wasn't?
We left Reykjavik on the 15th of June, early in the
morning. We travelled along the sea and it was a
wonderful journey. The land had a dark colour from the
explosions of the volcano, and the beautiful blue sea next
to it made it look fantastic. The journey to Sneffels took us
six days, and each day we stopped in a different village for
the night. The villages were small and very pretty, built at
the foot of the volcano, next to the sea. The villagers were
very nice, but, like Hans, they did not talk much.
When we got closer to the top of Sneffels, I thought of
something.
"Uncle, what happens if the volcano explodes again?"
"No, that's impossible . . This volcano had its last
explosion in 1229. I checked the ground. It's impossible."
"But. .. "
"Axel, I am a scientist. This is a fact. There is nothing
n1ore to say."
It was now eleven o'clock at night and we were at the
top.We stopped and found a small place inside the
opening of the volcano where we could sleep. That night,
I had a dream. I saw that I was alone inside the volcano.
I was lost and very scared. Suddenly, the volcano
exploded and l was shot out of its· top like a rock!
Iceland. We could see the round body of the Sneffells
Yokul volcano going up into the sky through the clouds.
It had snow near the top, and it looked like an angry
monster waiting for someone to try and climb it.
The boat stopped at Reykjavik. It was a small town with
small bri ck houses. Mr Fridriksson, a professor from the
university there, met us at the boat. He looked very
friendl y and smiled when he saw us.
"You must be professor Lidenbrock."
"And you must be professor Fridriksson. This JS my
assistant, Axe I."
We shook hands.
"You got my letter, then."
"Oh, yes, professor, and everything is ready for you.
Please, come with me."
My uncle did not tell anyone the real reason for our
journey. H e wanted the two of us to be the only ones to
travel to the centre of the earth. But we needed someone
to go along with us as we didn't know the area, and the ice
and snow around the volcano was too dangerous. So, Mr
Fridriksson found us a guide. His name was Hans and he
looked perfect for the job. He was tall and very strong. He
had small blue eyes and long red hair.He almost never
smiled or spoke.
Mr Fridriksson introduced us.
"Professor Lidenbrock, this is Hans. Hans, professor
Lidenbrock and his assistant, Axel."
Hans moved his head just a little to say hello.
"Hans is a very quiet man, like most Icelanders, but he
is the strongest and best climber in Reykjavik."
My uncle smiled at Mr Fridriksson's words.
"He's just perfect, Mr Fridriksson."
Mr Fridriksson let us stay at his house until we were
ready to leave. We needed many things for our
adventure. We took four horses to travel to the mountain.
The professor and I each rode one, but Hans walked. The
other two horses carried our bags.
We took a lot of things with us: rope to r climbing, tools,
lights, guns, medicine and enough food for six months.
The only problem was we could only carry enough water
for one week. The professor beli eved th ere was water
under the volcano, but what if there wasn't?
We left Reykjavik on the 15th of June, early in the
morning. We travelled along the sea and it was a
wonderful journey. The land had a dark colour from the
explosions of the volcano, and the beautiful blue sea next
to it made it look fantastic. The journey to Sneffels took us
six days, and each day we stopped in a different village for
the night. The villages were small and very pretty, built at
the foot of the volcano, next to the sea. The villagers were
very nice, but, like Hans, they did not talk much.
When we got closer to the top of Sneffels, I thought of
something.
"Uncle, what happens if the volcano explodes again?"
"No, that's impossible . . This volcano had its last
explosion in 1229. I checked the ground. It's impossible."
"But. .. "
"Axel, I am a scientist. This is a fact. There is nothing
n1ore to say."
It was now eleven o'clock at night and we were at the
top.We stopped and found a small place inside the
opening of the volcano where we could sleep. That night,
I had a dream. I saw that I was alone inside the volcano.
I was lost and very scared. Suddenly, the volcano
exploded and l was shot out of its· top like a rock!
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