It's generally positive, reverential even, but they complain about the weather. Here's a bad translation:

Bad weather in Iceland is normal. When we ask, in the middle of a tempest, when the sun will come back out, the Icelander responds “Wait 5 minutes.” So there is nothing surprising in that the crew (the skiers Jeff Annetts, Derek Foose and Drew Stoeklein) stay cooped up in the ship for three days after having left Isafjord (sic), a small fjord town in the west of the island. The wind blows so hard that they have to spend hours in their bunks, dividing their time between cooking, drinking, playing cards, and sleeping.

The spring weather, the mildest in the year, granted them two half days of skiing, the first on [corn snow?], the second on powder that had fallen the previous evening. It was a small boat that took them, through water at the point of freezing, to the coast where they ascended the mountain on sealskins. And when the motor failed, they had to row … All the runs ended at the ocean, with rather steep slopes that were not exempt from avalanches. At night, the menu included local bird meat and fish caught on site.

When the wind died down and the light returned, the countryside was simply magnificent: “It was a joy to be there, a unique experience,” recalled the photographer Gene Dwarkin.

Thanks for the translation Alex. Oh yeah we were very unlucky with the weather on that trip. First time we´ve experienced being stormbound for more than one day. They were also looking for bluebird days to do filming. No clouds allowed!