The Last Egg Collectors
“Here we use our brains and our hands, We learn to appreciate life for what it is. Here, life is precious. Gathering eggs is at once both fun and serious”
By collecting the eggs of Fulmars and Guillemots along the cliffs the inhabitants of the Westman islands have been able to survive famine. Today only a handful of men keep up the tradition. At their head, Halli Geir; he came 4th in his category at the last world arm-wrestling championships, as well as taking on the cliffs he is also the town’s chief of police.
So you need a good pair of arms and a cool head to make one hell of an omelette. These days, the law only allows for egg-collecting one weekend of the year. Join us on Bjarnarey, a rock spat out of the very depths of the Earth. Halli Geir hangs over the void on the end of rope secured by his friends above as he risks life to collect a handful of these eggs.