Incoming

Pints of beer and shared plates, crawling over maps and hotel apps fuels our anticipation.

Airport meet ups, high fives, hugs, back slaps and smiles, stokes an enthusiasm that even a trans- Atlantic flight can’t crush. The often regretted exuberance of too many first night beers can’t wipe the smiles from our faces.

Months of FB chats and ignoring bank balances have led to this point, as we huddle down, pinning our gear to the ground as the call of “Incoming!” competes with the helicopters blades.

The expedition may well start here, but the fun truly began with a conversation over an Icelandic pint two years ago.