This part of Iceland was one of my favourite parts to visit, mostly because it was right at the end of the trip and I'd been looking forward to it since arriving in the country a couple of weeks earlier. I'd looked up online stories about this particular wreckage, knowing that it was "somewhere on the south coast". Digging a little deeper, I actually got GPS coordinates for this place, which I was stoked about. I knew exactly where this place was, or so I thought.
Once near the coordinates, it took a lot of exploration and uncertainty opening a fence, and driving into the fog and cloud of a seemingly endless field of sand and rock.
Until the plane appeared. And then all uncertainty flew away, and this image appeared in my viewfinder.