Thermal socks and spit proof boots in Iceland

What’s that saying? You know, when you wind up in the most awe-provoking place in the world, where the sunlight is as mysterious as the yogurt for breakfast, and you meet a team full of life long friends along the way? Iceland, words fails me.

And their  true rural ‘I don’t give a shit, I’m building my house here’ folk.

And their horses look and feel like teddy bears.

And where you can see, hear and smell the earth fart.

And where you can use your frostbitten arms and legs to buy a  drink

And build a community chapel anywhere you like, and worry later about the community arriving.

But Jesus, bring good boots!