THOMAS
We once went back to the south, spent a night on the beach and had a little freeride session under the cliffs the next day. We partied in Reykjavik twice, slept in the car, went swimming in the Blue lagoon, saw the geysers, drove to spots that weren’t working and even did some bodysurfing. We made ourselves a local friend to have some beers with after sailing, had some lobster soup and our tent broke down during a nighttime storm. In the end we didn’t hear one song from Bjork and didn’t really talk much politics or find time to cruise through the north of the island. We didn’t see the fjords and the sailing was not even that cold. Finding the best spot in the south on the last day, after the wind was already gone, was just one more reason to agree that we have to come back to Iceland, at least one time if not more, to keep on filling up the near-empty story of Icelandic wavesailing. TT