Windblown

There were signs like this sprinkled all over Iceland, which one would expect with a country that is battered by so much brutal weather.  Neither of us could speak a word of the language but the number on the right in red, tied to the fact that we were perpetually almost being blown off cliffs, convinced us that it had something to do with the wind speed.

I think this has something to do with the unfolding zombie apocalypse, or at least that was the narrative we created.