When you think of coming to Iceland you read about the wind. When you meet people who have been to Iceland you hear about the wind. Then you come here and, like a moron, you think “Jesus Christ… it’s windy!"
At times today it was so extreme it was impossible to walk a straight line. I thought it was going to blow me off this cliff. Yvette, heroically behind a camera, and standing on the other side of the precipice kept asking me to get closer to the abyss. I kept shouting (over the deafening wind) “are you trying to kill me?"