The spring is just around the corner. Pouring rain sends the rest of the winter down the drain and seaswimming in Iceland no longer comes with the risk of a sudden death by the shore. Guðni, Paul, Bjössi and Matti ran out to the beach, excited to get in the water and feel the Golf Streams preview of the long awaited summer. They where joined by Taru, a Skítkalt member from back in the days, who in despite of being from Finland, did not bring any vodka or actually go into the water. Her nationality is now doubted within the Skítkalt society.
Einar, the thermometer with the happy alligator face, said 2-3 degrees. Another great day for a salty bath in the Atlantic ocean.