Street life in Reykjavik.
The only Viking I found.
The restaurant where we had our last meal.
Street scenes in the city.
I started with the cathedral and thought it fitting to end with it on a sunny blue sky day.
The Saga lounge at the Keflavik Airport, coincidentally with my seatmate, Ingvi, in the photo.
Reunion.
Wednesday, August 23rd.
Arthur and I went down to
the kitchen for breakfast and ate with Mohammad. I bought a ticket
for the airport bus from the hotel. Mohammad was heading to Blue
Lagoon today, so we went for a walk along the main streets of
Reykjavik window shopping and enjoying the beautiful sunny blue sky
on this warm day. We stopped by the Punk Museum, run by a old bit
player in the Icelandic punk scene that sprang up here in the late
70's. He was amusing and had set up old records to listen to,
posters, histories and pictures. Interesting way to kill an hour.
Arthur left me after this
as he had to pick up his laundry and move to his new hotel, as he is
staying one more night.
I walked around the
downtown touristy area looking for a shirt I had seen earlier. When I
found it I walked back to the Aurora guesthouse and picked up my
luggage. Then I walked to the bus stop where I met Fran and Patty who
were also airport bound to catch their flight to the US. Somehow we
missed the noon bus (we think it was mislabled) and had to wait
impatiently for another hour before we got the shuttle bus to the bus
depot to catch the airport bus. By the time we finally boarded the
bus we were over an hour behind time. However, we got there with
plenty of time to catch our 4pm flights.
I found out I had access
to the Saga (first class) lounge, so I headed directly there. There
was a buffet of food for lunch and free desserts and drinks too. I
hung around typing until it was time to head to my departure lounge.
Here is where I found out just how my Iceland and the airport are
struggling to keep up with the huge increase in tourists. The airport
looked like our airport at Christmas time or March break. There were
people everywhere. I had to go through another passport check and the
line was huge. That took twenty minutes and then trying to walk
through the terminal to my departure area (at the far end of course)
was difficult and slow as the area was really congested with lines of
people milling around waiting for their flights. I think the must be
an airport expansion in Keflavik airport in the near future.
Anyway, all good. I
boarded and sat in the seat next to an Icelandic business man, Ingvi,
who asked me about my trip and told me somethings about his life
here. He loves the country because it is safe, clean, not pollluted,
underpopulated, politically stable and beautiful. He did say however,
that they are worried about the potential eruption of a super volcano
here that could affect the whole world in the not too distant future.
He said it could lower the temperature of the earth by a couple of
degrees and the skies would be full of ash. I asked him if the local
people were resentful of all the tourists. He said that some were,
but he said they were shortsighted and that most realized that it was
good for the country because of the growth and employment it
provided.
We arrived at Heathrow
after a two and a half hour flight and after walking about two
kilometres through the terminal I got to customs, whereupon I met the
friendliest customs officer I have ever met. The conversation went
like this:
Why are you here?
To visit a friend in
Exeter.
Is he picking you up here?
No, we are staying at his
girlfriend's in Great Missenden.
Oh, that's good Exeter is
long a long way away.
How did you meet him?
In Africa.
Were you working there?
No traveling on a tour.
Are you going home after
England.
No, I'm going on to
Morocco and then Africa.
How long are you traveling
for?
A year.
Really?
Where else are you going?
I told her the general
route.
How do you plan that? Have
you arranged all your flights?
I told her about Intrepid.
After a few more questions
she said she was very envious and sent me on my way with a 'safe
trip'.
Intially when I exited the
baggage area I didn't see John, nor he I (as he was on his phone!).
Great to see him, big hug and then we were off. He told me that
Denise had messaged him that my flight would be about 45 minutes late
(thanks Denise!). He either misprogrammed his phone's GPS or
something went wrong, because it took about twice as long to get back
to Dottie's house. Sadly, her 10 year old daughter, Innie who
apparently was really looking forward to seeing me again, had gone to
bed as she was exhausted. But I did see Dottie for a few minutes
before she too retired as she has an early morning tomorrow. John and
I shared a glass of wine and then retired as well.
Welcome to England Joe Your Iceland adventure was a treat to read and see Happy to see the only Viking you met was a happy one
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