After getting up at 9 and getting breakfast, I go back upstairs to pack. Taking my time to do so because my flight doesn’t take off until 3:15. Checking out at 12:30, I begin my trek towards the airport. I could take the transit system but I can see the airport from the bus station, it’s only a half-hour walk. Well, half-hour with clear sidewalks. Just under three hours to get there for my flight, I had plenty of time.
The route I had planned, the highway around the bay with a nice wide sidewalk along the waterfront, had not been cleared of all the snow. I didn’t exactly want to trudge through shin height snow all the way. Quickly planning a different route, I go through the city where the sidewalks and roads were somewhat cleared. Walking on ice against strong winds wasn’t the easiest, but better than walking through all that snow.
Getting there for 1:30, I try to check-in but they asked me to wait until the other flight for Reykjavik took off so that my luggage would not get mixed in with theirs. They told me that I could wait in the lounge until that plane left. I walk into the area and the first thing I noticed was that there was no security check-point! Not even one out to the tarmac to get on the plane! Well, I guess since it’s such a small international airport (flights to other points on Iceland, and a couple to Greenland), it doesn’t warrant one. I go and get a cup of coffee and sit down. The plane eventually leaves so I go and check-in, handing over my backpack. Now I have over a hour to kill. Time to watch Adventure Time.
I board the plane, sit down in my window seat in hopes to see a volcano along the way, and we take off. Between take off and reaching altitude, clouds rolled in and I couldn’t see the ground. Darn.
After a quick 45-minute flight, we land in Reykjavik. Grabbing my bag, I leave and begin walking back to where I stayed the first few nights here. Just a quick little half-hour jaunt. Upon arriving, I drop off my bags and go out to get a cup of coffee from Mokka.
Walking in the coffee shop, one of the staff members that usually served me was quite surprised to see me again. We chatted for a good 10-minutes about where I went and what I had seen. Afterwards I grabbed my coffee and said my goodbyes.
I saunter around, going down streets I have not been down before, I then step in a restaurant next to the English Pub. Ordered a Christmas butter with a stout. Not too bad for a not-burger. Lamp chops with bacon, cranberry sauce, lettuce and tomato, and I think it was potato salad on there too.
Heading out once my belly was full, I picked up some groceries from the 10-11 (it’s a lot like Sobey’s), right across the street, I go back to the apartment for 9. Watching the movie Taken again, I go to bed afterwards, trying to think what I am going to do for the next two days.