Our apartment was more than cosy overnight, in fact we had minus temps outside and we were basking in 22+C.
A very relaxing night’s sleep and up and at ‘em at a respectable 0900. The Pajero was parked right outside our door in the side street with sufficient time left on the clock to see us feed the Parking Beast machine at 9:50 to last long enough for our 11:00 check-out time.
Bags were repackaged using the vacuum cleaner to suck the life out of the zip lock bag packing. Amazing how much it shrinks the volume. Unfortunately it does not shrink the weight. If it was only so easy to lose one’s girth as well :)
The inside of the Pajero looked like it had endured several tours of duty. The kitchen cleaner, not the maid but the bottled stuff was put to use and we were returning the vehicle in better nick than when we picked her up.
A drive downtown to the wharf area to a sensational little bakery with Illy Coffee was a huge treat. The best bread in town and the baguettes really hit the spot.
A slow drive to Keflavik Airport 45 kms away and a top-up of our diesel tank was the last official item we had to undertake prior to handing her over.
Iceland’s population is around 330,000, Keflavik Airport is at least 3 - 4 times in size compared with MLB Airport. Just goes to show how many tourists hit this awesome island.
I HATE security measures at airports and this experience was no different. I have a routine to mitigate hassles, I always empty my pockets, wallet, phone, sunnies and everything else goes in the camera bag. I don’t have an artificial hip, knee or any other part of my anatomy. I am “the real thing” yet I trigger the alarm every time.
A second pass still triggers it. Grrrrr...
“Please sir, setup up on the Dias”, It’s not like I won a Gold Medal or similar and was there for the presentation. I was there for another type of “P” - a pat down.
Now I haven’t even been on a first date with the security guard yet, but by the moves made in my nether regions nearly placed us on intimate relationship status off the bat. Not a pleasant experience. Of course I passed with flying colours but if I haven’t said it yet, I hate the security process at airports.
To make up for the prior hassle, our check-in routine was sensational, “Sorry sir, the seats you selected online are blocked out. Do you mind if I upgrade you to the pointy end of the plane to 4G?”. Who was I to complain. Better still, the seat next to mine was also blocked out - super extra elbow room, leg room and an oversized seat... Oh, and I was 3.5kg overweight - not personally but my bag was. WOW Airlines is pretty strict in charging $19.95 per KG excess. Waiting to be hit $60, she smiled, tagged the bag and sent it off. Will it be waiting for me at LAX?
We thundered down the runway and were airborne in a matter of seconds.
The Sennheisers are now perched upon the two week unshaven head playing some oldies but goodies on my iPod. The Logitech Keyboard is “bluetoothed” to my iPad and is playing host to my words flowing through my fingertips, digitally converted to text for ultimate upload to Boris-Travel-Blog.com. Not for a moment had I thought that the readership of the blog would exceed 11,500 PAX. So I do hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I’ve had fun in creating this wordage.
So here I am, settled in for the 8:45 hour flight to LAX and already reminiscing about the past 14 days since my feet hit Terra Firma of Iceland.
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, blizzards, sun, blue skies, -3C to -5C, so cold - the wind was cutting and sharper than a butcher’s steel, it cut to the bone and never have I ever experienced cold so painful!
Beluga, Lebowski Burger’s, Icelandic Hot Dogs, Foss and more Fosses, mountains, volcanoes, extraordinary glaciers, frozen rivers looked so abstract we were just waiting for the White Walkers to emerge, black sand beaches littered with glacial remains, narrow roads, 2,400 miles in a Pajero driving from Aykureri via the ring road around the East, South via VIK, back to RKV.
A team of Huskies took me on a sled journey like no other and spending time with 24 Huskies was truly amazing, one was persistent in trying to get the gloves out of my pocket. Such gorgeous dogs.
The interaction we had with a number of tourists from Oz, USA, UK and places beyond was fun, learning about their aspirations in what they wanted to see or had already seen. We bounced these thoughts off each other to mutual benefit.
Finding little jewels of eateries and cafes: a standout was in VIK where we had caffeine several times, dinner and the odd drink or three. Similarly RKV had places we gravitated back to with great staff, great caffeine and great food.
An unwelcome Chest Cold made me feel like crap for several days resulting in a visit to the hospital (what’s that? It’s the big white building on the hill!”) - within hours I was back to firing on all 8 cylinders.
Dark skies jewelled with multi coloured stars punching their way through the blackness of the night. This was on par for the night sky I experienced in The Sahara. All of these things played their part in this memorable journey.