A grand total of only four days in Iceland managed to evoke feelings of amazement, wonder, worry, sheer panic and relief whilst delivering me through a cycle of frost, warmth, more frost and eventually the (man) flu. This is the story of the bucket-list country which showed us a slew of sheer natural beauty; the story of a country which stole my heart and, almost, my wallet…
Remember when I said I’ll write what I want, when I want? Yeah, I wasn’t kidding. 3 years later and this is the first post I’m actually (planning on) sharing. Go figure.
Being an auditor making his way through the ranks of the business world has its perks, albeit that they’re often more sparse than nuns in a brothel.
With you having barely slipped your hairy nether regions into freshly laundered undies after writing that one 8 hour examination, you’re shoved – kicking and screaming – in front of hundreds of new faces; New, old faces who all seem so knowledgeable, so experienced and so… scary.