I went to Iceland--slaughtered 30K sheep--and then flew home again. I've never had two months go by so fast before. Not because the job was very satisfying (because it wasn't), but maybe from having a set routine. When you work all the time, somehow the weeks seem to go faster. Why, the trip did serve its purpose.
So, now I'm home again, and it's time to start up my business for real. I got two months to work my ass off, before it's time to move on to New Zealand. Let's hope these months will be longer.
This is how much time I got for photography, while on Iceland: