Glorious heat wave in London but we decided to forgo our only chance at British summer this year and packed for Iceland. Since we got our tickets in January we didn’t have much choice anyway. On Friday, I snuck out of work a bit early, picked up my gigantic backpack and braved my way to Heathrow, on the tube in the rush hour and in the heat. Iest went straight from work and we met up at the terminal. We weighed our bags and were happy our limit was 23kgs as both of them were over twenty. We had them nicely (and expensively!) wrapped, checked in, and went through security – which, for one, I totally failed this time, having forgotten my mobile in the side pocket of my cargos, which earned me a spot in the full body scanner.
Finally through, we still had plenty of time so we had a bit of dinner, while waiting for our gate to be announced. Unfortunately, instead a delay of the flight was announced, and we were a bit worried about our timing for the rest of the night.
Eventually we were taking off about an hour late. Our great window position, so carefully selected at online check-in, turned out to be over the wing, which was a rookie mistake, cruelly held against me by Iest for the duration of the flight. On top of that, we didn’t take our headphones for the trip, so we could not watch the entertainment, which included Fortitude! I was gutted. I went to sleep instead but Iest woke me up for some stupid question, and I couldn’t sleep afterwards and was super tired and cranky.
We arrived at Keflavik airport shortly before midnight, went quickly through passport control (even though the guy was not particularly friendly), grabbed our bags without waiting and out we were.
Despite the late hour it was not dark and it felt very strange, may be like a belated dusk. It was also very fresh and smelled like spring. We got on the bus connection to Reykjavik, which takes a bit less than an hour, and enjoyed our first views of Iceland.
The bus dropped us off at the campsite where we checked in and also bought fuel. Despite everything working our pretty much seamlessly since the airport, by the time we were ready to sleep, it was half past two. The sun was shining and birds were screaming their little lungs out but we had no problems falling asleep.
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Tags: Iceland, Icelandair, Keflavik airport, London, Reykjavik