Gone fishing..

Olly and George were picked up yesterday by a fishing boat and taken back to Iceland, to a town called Stoovarfjorour. The journey back to land was 12 hours. Not ones for sitting down for too long (unless in a kayak) they were put to work below deck, sorting, gutting and packing cod. 

In the rare moments that Olly watches TV his show of choice is usually something along the lines of extreme fishing, so you can only imagine his delight to be able to live out a dream! This helped towards softening the disappointment of having to temporarily suspend his Devils Dance Floor leg attempt. 

With the wait for the next suitable weather window looking like it is going to be several days and that they now have no camping equipment due to the fact it is on it’s way to the Faroes they have a situation....

To solve this predicament they are now earning their keep by doing a few shifts on board the same fishing boat (apparently they took to their new job very well!) - in exchange for their labour, the fisherman are letting them stay in their house, eat their food and wear their clothes. This is a relief as Olly and George only have one drysuit and one set of thermals each!

They will definitely tackle the Devils Dance Floor again. When this is going to happen is still the question. There is a potential window later this week and another at the beginning of next. They are studying it closely before making their decision.

Morale is high and determination to complete this challenge even higher.

 That should feed them for a bit

That should feed them for a bit

 George and his catch!

George and his catch!

 Off they go to pay their way

Off they go to pay their way