Well, I made it to Iceland!
I have been here less than 24 hours as of the time I began writing this blog, so I don’t have terribly much to say. My plane didn’t crash, which is good, but I had an aisle seat so I couldn’t see out the window, which is bad. Not like proportionally bad to how good it was that we didn’t crash, I mean I have perspective, but still.
I flew to Seattle on Tuesday and spent the night at the SeaTac Red Roof Inn, where I ordered room service and saw exactly none of the city because I was too damn tired. It’ll probably still be there next time.
The next morning I had a direct flight on IcelandAir to Reykjavik. Well, Keflavik, and then another 45 minute bus ride to my hostel in Reykjavik. Fun fact, did you know that IcelandAir names all of their planes after various glaciers and volcanoes in Iceland? Mine was named after either the largest or the oldest volcano in Iceland, which I guess would probably be the same thing based on my memory of 6th grade earth science.
My plane landed in Keflavik at 11:30. By the time I got my baggage, it was 12:45. By the time I got to Reykjavik, it was 2. By the time I got into bed, it was 3. So I think I’m excused for sleeping in until 11 this morning. The good news is, my jet lag is pretty much nonexistent. It’s hard to be disoriented after sleeping for seven hours; it’s right in the sweet spot between running on empty and being too refreshed. Functional without being comfortable. As it should be.
I used this energy to see a bit of Reykjavik today, at least the part of it that’s between the Bus Hostel and the mall, where I bought a SIM card, and the mall and the university campus, where I met a few other international students. It seems the common struggle is somehow affording to live in Iceland and also see a bit of Iceland. I think it’s starting to sink in for all of us how expensive Iceland really is; we either can eat for a month or go whale-watching. A month and a half, if you’re set on including puffins in the tour (I am).
Hostel life has been a fun adjustment. I greatly appreciate the value of shower shoes now that I don’t have any, and I hit my low as a human being by coming and going in a room with 8 sleeping people and a door that only slams. But the Bus Hostel also has a little bar/cafe with seating and snacks, and they serve breakfast (which I slept through). I have yet to see one unattractive employee, and I don’t know if that’s a comment on hostels or Iceland. Or both. I intend to find out, though.