Well, I did go to bed at 10, but I didn’t fall asleep until 1. Just couldn’t sleep. I set three alarms. One at 6:20, one at 6:40, and another at 7:20. I didn’t get up until 7:30. Scrambling around, getting my things together, I had to leave by 8 and be at the bus stop by 8:10. Finally getting my things together, saying my goodbyes to the apartment, I managed to leave the warm and comfy apartment at 8 and out into the stupid rain storm. Thankfully my bag and my jacket are waterproof.
I get to the bus stop on time, hop on the bus and ride it all the way to Mjódd. I didn’t know what to expect from their transit system, I guess not almost the spitting image as Barrie’s. The biggest difference: comfier seats. Riding the bus for twenty minutes I finally arrive at the station. Feeling a bit crotchety, because of the lack of coffee and food, fortune be shining on me today because there’s an open cafe right next door. I go in, get myself a coffee and a breakfast bagel, I’m back to my old self.
Apparently the company that operates the Reykjavik transit system is also the company that covers all of Iceland! Neato! Went up to the teller and purchased my tickets, took my fare and sat down. With a happy tummy, I had a half-hour to wait for the bus. Okay with me. I was also getting pretty tired because apparently carrying a 75lbs bag is exhausting.
The bus arrives, I toss my bag into the storage compartment, and jump onto the coach bus. Even comfier seats! I love it! I pass right out as soon as I take my jacket off. I wake up here and there to see where I am in respect to my stop. When we’re only a few klicks away, I put on my jacket and hit the stop-button. We pull into the station, I get out of my seat and walk towards the door, and we pull out. Starting to panic a bit. Not because that I didn’t get off at my stop, because I didn’t want to carry my bag anymore that I had to. I go up to the driver, explain my situation, and tell her apparently the button doesn’t work. She chuckles, drives a bit down the road to a spot where she could turn around, and we go back to my stop.
I run into the station and buy a bottle of water. The attendee laughs and asks if I fell asleep, that’s why I missed my stop. With a smile on my face, I tell her no and explain what happened. Afterwards, she tells me that someone was just here, about fifteen minutes ago, waiting for me to arrive. Taken aback, who knows me here and would know that I would be here at this time?! I then realize that it was the hostess of the place I’m staying at coming to get me. I forgot that I told her my travel plans. I was truly touched.
The rain had stopped for now so I take advantage of the situation and begin my hike. I pull out my phone, give her a ring, and leave a message on her machine telling her thanks for the attempted pickup and told her the route I’ll be taking.
Once again, fortune be on my side. It did not rain again when I left the station. It as a 6km hike, nearly all of it uphill, I eventually arrive at the farm where the cottage is located. I begin walking down the path, having to stop twice for herds of sheep to pass, I finally get to the place where I’m staying. Going in through the front door, I painfully put down my bag, take off my boots and jacket, then my shirt because I’m soaked with sweat. I sit down to catch my breath and for my legs to stop burning, I get back up after I rested long enough and begin unpacking. Halfway through, I turn on the stove and begin boiling water for the carrots that I brought with me, and heat up the frying pan for the bacon I brought as well. The last time I ate was at 8:30 and now it’s 1:30, I need food now. While unpacking, I sifted through my things, trying to decide on what to send home. Unfortunately one things I have to send back is my Gameboy charger. I failed to notice that it’s not rated for the voltage here, unlike my laptop and my phone chargers.
With the bacon cooked, carrots peeled and boiled, I turn on the BBQ and cook up some chicken and start making some rice inside. I finish everything by 3:00, sit-down with a bowl of bacon-chicken-veggies on rice and having Kickass 2 playing on my computer. I take my first bite and I’m rather surprised at how good it is, since half of the veggies came from a can and it smelled funky. You’re probably thinking ‘If it smelt funky, then why’d you eat it?’ Simple really; I paid for it and it didn’t have any mould.
At the end of my late lunch, I crack into my Icelandic schnapps and begin reading my book. Before I knew it, I was through half my bottle and it was just turning 10:30.
I’m going to sleep well tonight!