Where the fish goes, we follow. They led us into the unknown wonders of nature. Together, we stepped into Iceland’s secret sanctuary, a mystical realm where the fish’s rhythm reigns. Day and night blurred, the weather shifting unpredictably. Yet we pursued, driven by the desire for a fleeting encounter. Then, with a quiet release, we awaited the next serendipitous meeting. I love the roaring wind, strong spirits, the solitude of freedom, and the promised big fish.