Iceland has been on my bucket list for some time, but many circumstances stopped me from travelling there so far. When my son handed me an envelope on my big birthday, with the plane tickets to Reykjavík, there was no stopping me. Off I went, in the middle of winter, not knowing that what in fact I was going to experience, was the worst winter in Iceland for 20 years. Lucky me! The pilot, undeterred by not-so-rosy weather predictions, landed in the middle of a snowstorms. As I have done my research about Iceland dutifully and was given some precious information by my more experienced photographer friends, I thought I was prepared for everything. Not quite for the question at the car rental, “do you want an extra insurance for the paint”, a helpful assistant asked. As I didn’t quite comprehend the question, she added an explanation, “an extra cover in case sandstorms strip the paint from the car”. Hmmm…that made me feel a bit uncomfortable but I was determined not to have my adventurous spirit dampened nor my plans changed by an inclement weather or any other obstacles. They were. By snowstorms, gales, rain, hailstorm, frost and sandstorms. I can cope reasonably well in snowy and slippery conditions (having driven in Austria, Switzerland, Poland and many other countries where winters are quite severe) but driving in 80 miles per hour winds with sandstorms and snowstorms at the same time and near zero visibility was a bit too much. As many roads were closed, I resigned to drinking countless very expensive coffees in Reykjavik Old Harbour area and photographing rain drops on coffee shop windows. And windows. And steps. And ceilings. For pristine Icelandic landscape I had to wait. Seven days in fact, as when rain stopped, the fog started.