We survived the 7.5 hours flight! Or more to the point I (wife speaking) did. I am one ridiculously bad flyer, while my good looking better half couldn't be bothered less. His carry-on list: a kindle.... and maybe a water bottle? My carry-on essentials: a kobo, and iPhone full of music and podcasts, an iPad with Candy Crush & Peggle aaaaaand about 16 hours of truly terrible action flicks (a-la White House Down/Taken 3/Darkness Rising/Jupiter Ascending style) - additional side note: I groan at the thought of having spent 20$ on this. An eyemask & ear plugs, travel guide, travel journal and notebooks with pen and additional 3 backup pens, 2 decks of cards. Oh, and of course and entire travel pharmacy including clonazepam, gravel and Benadryl should any fail to work. And all the dehydrated food so it wouldn't get ruined. And let's not forget about my sunny' s, back up hair elastics, and the star chart I randomly threw in there. Seriously. I'm not sure what the F* I was thinking. Are there stars in Iceland in the summer? Umm no, in fact there is literally no darkness. I blame my panicky irrational flying brain.
Hubby here. Mid way through the flight, I glance over to Chris' screen and what is becoming a common theme to our joint-but-seperate movie watching occurs: on her screen is a skinny African girl collecting water from a stream. On mine, Bradley cooper is riding bucking Broncos and shooting guns. I first noticed this phenomenon when I tore my eyes away from one of the more... Ahem... Empathic scenes of wolf of Wall Street to see Chris watching something about leaves. Starring Jann Arden.
Anyway, we land in Iceland. The 16 year old sort of kinda maybe looks at our passports and we breeze through, collect our only slightly battered bags and stroll leisurely towards customs. Two lines, both barren. Theres a tumbleweed in the corner. Not wanting to cause problems, we head towards 'something to declare' to let the powers that be in Iceland know we, as dastardly North Americans, are four to six pounds overweight with our food allotment, not to mention our contraband, illicitly smuggled powdered eggs. Woah. It was a sort of wild-west shoot out kind of scene: we make eye contact with the agent. He turns to face us. Our hands twitch. The sun beats down, and a weird Native American oboe pipes over the loud speakers.
We glide forward.
The agent, obviously happy just to have someone to talk to as tourists steam through the 'nothing to declare' aisle, booms: 'Welcome to Iceland!!'
Us: Uh... We have some food.
Absurdly happy Iceland customs man (Ahicm): Why?! We have food here in Iceland!
Us: Uh...
Ahicm: We have rotten shark, we have sheep's head, we have ram testicles, we have whale...
Chris: Whale?
Ahicm: Yes! You go watch whales, then you go next door and you eat them! Very nice!
Chris: But whales are the puppies of the sea... (Trails off)
Husband: IM GOING TO EAT EVERYTHING.
Ahicm: OK, have a great trip!
Husband: EVERYTHING!!!NOM NOM NOM.
Wife: I'm holding you too that...
Husband: (mimics shoving arm loads of food into his mouth) NOM NOM WHALE!! NOM NOM NOM THEY TASTE LIKE SEA PUPPIES!!
Ahicm: (slightly confused smile)
Us: We're camping! (In retrospect, I have no idea why we thought the customs man wants to know this.)
Him: Oh, it's cold here!
Chris: I'm from Canada. I got this.
Me: I'm from California! I'm gonna wear some threadbare thin hiking pants and a t-shirt. Maybe a jacket.
Chris: Not me, foo! I'm a wear long johns, leggings, rain pants, snow pants, a tank top, a long sleeve shirt, a down jacket, a rain jacket, a buff, a toque, AND mitts. And that's just to sleep at night!
Ahicm: OK, have a great trip in Iceland!
And we're in. Time to find the campground, run a bunch of errands and get ready to rock! Which promptly turned into let's sleep until noon since we didn't sleep at all with the time change. So we slept till noon, turned off the alarm, and sprang into action aaaaat four-thirty. Whoooops.
Tomorrow: Action! Bus passes! Camping passes! SIM cards! We're gonna drop 900 bucks!
On the plus side the Reykjavik campsite is really nice!
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