I was committed to a sunset shot a twenty-minute drive away from this location when I was struck by a desperate need to evacuate my bowels.
Worse still was the fact that I was a one-hour hike away from my vehicle and the nearest toilet was a 10-minute drive to the airport from my car.
If you're not familiar with the Faroe Islands, I can tell you that there are no trees or bushes to crouch behind and there were zero toilets available on the trail.
My options were to attempt an agonizing one-hour hike back to the grossly overpriced rental car or simply bespatter my pantaloons and accept the indignity of a long hike with besmirched breeches.
I chose the agonizingly painful option.
I confess I almost lost control several times as tears rolled down my cheeks and sweat covered my forehead in a war of wills with my own body.
I can't imagine what the passing hikers thought of this lone photographer, moaning and muttering to himself while shuffling along the trail with the smallest steps possible.
I am glad to report that I won the battle. But it was very close.
After an exquisite visit to the airport facilities, I decided to head to this very famous waterfall in the hopes of witnessing a lovely sunset.
Within 15 minutes of my arrival at Múlafossur, the sky lit up and continued to perform pyrotechnics for at least an hour, almost up until midnight.
I don't mind those days of extreme highs and lows when it ends on such a high.
Thanks for looking
Gavin Hardcastle
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