So it turns out I am pretty awesome at flying. For my 7-hour
flight from Seattle to Reykjavik I slept almost 5 hours of it. You should be
impressed with this considering the number of babies on this flight. Though I
was under the impression that the Icelandic/European fertility rate is super
low, you would never know it based on the ratio of babies per capita on my
flight. However, I still napped and also ate a waffle. Nothing says success
like being woken up to the captain announcing that he’s about to land.
So even though it’s something like 2am at home, I took a bus
into Reykjavik from the airport. Iceland is pretty cool looking; it mostly
looks like what I think Mars would look like if you watered it. Basically it’s
rocky and brown but there are random patches of grass that are really giving it
a good effort. I would probably more educated on this if I had bothered to read
my TIME magazine about the rover we just landed on Mars, but I didn’t so I’m
just gonna assume that Mars is similar.
I arrived in Reykjavik with two goals, to eat lobster soup
and whale and to buy a sweater. Except it turns out that apparently you cant
eat lunch until lunchtime, which it wasn’t. It also turns out that they only
make sweaters for tall people and children. Either way, I ate some pastry and
some stone bread with meat and butter and spent a few hours looking at sweaters
and wishing I was taller.
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