When I take my swimsuit photos in the freezing winters of Iceland, I am usually so cold that I can’t feel anything anyway, so it doesn’t bother me much, but this moment was different. This was the last photo I took from our South of Iceland trip. It was cold, windy, very super windy, and did I mention cold? I was already damp and wet from slipping into the waters of a semi-frozen river and never quite recovered from that.
Here’s the story. My daughter, her father, and I parked, and walked about 1 minute to the Black Sand Beach, Vík. As we walked, there were all sorts of warning signs about the wind speed, not to get too close to the ocean, and wearing proper shoes. Now, I know Iceland can get windy, but I thought to myself, “Is it really that dangerous?!”
It was sudden. The moment we stepped foot onto the beach, it was as if we stepped into a vortex. The unforgiving wind speed was like nothing I had felt in a really long time, in addition, it was cold and started to rain. People were dressed like they were about to submerse themselves in an ice cave. I had to cover my mouth to breathe. I stood there in slight disbelief-freezing, with my winter clothes on! With my clothes, I was as cold as people probably think I am when I take these swimsuit photos, but I’m not, but this time, I was actually that cold. I stood there thinking to myself, “No, this is silly, I can’t strip down into my swimsuit…No, no, no, we came this far, I can’t quit now…”
During that moment of internal struggle, the light hid behind the earth-it was almost pitch black. It was just 3:30PM (15:30) and we were loosing daylight by the seconds. I got close to the basalt columns, and voilà, that was the secret! The closer you get to the columns, the less wind and other elements you feel. I quickly changed out of my clothes, climbed as high as I could whilst keep safety as my main priority and smiled!
If you visit this area, be safe.