A few things you need to know about any epic Icelandic #surf Saga ... First off, there is only one operator in all of Iceland that offers equipment rentals, and that is Arctic Surfers. Secondly, in first-world Reykjavik, people use real money, not the measly little Ronts we are used to. But the thing is, surfing an Arctic wave with Robs has always been a dream, and life is about the memories you make along the way. So we bit the bullet, slapped a fat stack of ISK notes on the table, and met Ingo - the main dude - in an underground parking lot. Drug deal feels ... Top service, though, and all round nice guy - he even helped us rig roofracks from two lengths of plank and some zip ties - then wrapped us in thick Yamamoto rubber. With 7mm booties. And mitts. Telly Tubby vibes, but we were good to go. Thorly Point looked great when we checked it out the day before, as did Sandvik (where the lava sand nearly claimed the Duster during one of Robster's more quirky navigation moves). Half an hour of digging and deflating the tyres right down got us out, and fortunately we managed to borrow a compressor from a nearby road crew). The wind had switched though, so today we headed to the outer edge of the Thorlakshofn beach break. Mitts are quite a thing. Getting the first one on is pretty easy, but #2 takes a load of pre-rolling, neoprene biting and swearing. Water temp was tropical at 8 Degrees, and way preferable to being outside at the 2 Celsius when we paddled out. The sea had that glacial blue-grey look to it, with black, windswept dunes and a view of Icelandic fishing trawlers to keep you honest and in the moment. Robs worked the insiders, while I paddled out to settle into some backline Zen. Big-eyed Arctic seals kept popping up, with WTF looks on their faces; we saw not a single other surfer, so they probably had no real idea who or what we were. The A-frames began fading around lunchtime, so we headed back to our hostel, demolished some food, and chilled while a grey and icy squall enveloped the little town of Eyrarbakki. The next day was very much a repeat of Coffee / Surf / Freeze your Bollocks off / Eat. The waves had jacked a bit so Robs sneaked a cheeky barrel or two, while I did weird Oom contortions and barked at the seals. I did keep it together on a few lefts, bagged a slidey right, and did not complain when I got smacked in the back of the head by a boisterous Arctic lip or six. Good times

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