Talk politics.

Lake Kleifar in South-West Iceland, where the traditional annual gathering of my clan happens every first six days of the year. There are bonfires, fireworks, music and dance, lots of strong drinks and weird food, open-air theatre, games, competitions, old rituals, horse-riding, fishing, ice bathing and sauna, stargazing, watching the northern lights, and then everyone burns a huge wooden ship in the end. Crazy stuff, in a nutshell. It's where I've always felt complete, and part of something bigger than myself.