**Yes I am aware that we got back from our vacation to Europe over 9 months ago, and I have not posted any real posts yet. I’m sorry, allow me to make it up to you by starting posting RIGHT now!**
We had decided to fly with Iceland Air for the very simple reason you can have a layover for several days in Iceland at no extra cost. This worked out to a one day layover on they way to Europe and a FIVE day layover on the way back home! Keflavik was the one day layover. That said, I would fly Iceland Air again as it was a great airline. The service was good, the atmosphere was pretty neat (they had things explaining Icelandic culture and history everywhere, including the sugar packets!), and the blankets, oh the blankets were amazing! Most airlines don’t give you blankets to use on long flights anymore, not Iceland Air. They were sitting on our seats when we boarded and they were warm. Not the old ones, you know like a really thin piece of cotton. No, these were a beautifully soft and warm ribbed fleece. Don’t mind we we try to snuggle up under them and catch some sleep! We didn’t sleep, but that’s nothing new, neither of us are the kind who sleep well on planes 😦
On to Keflavik . . .
We arrived at 630 in the morning after a long day of traveling and very little sleep. The first things we noticed – we couldn’t read Icelandic. The second thing? It was raining and chilly (about 5 C). We managed to get ourselves to the hostel and discovered there was no one there to greet us. What to do? Easy, leave our bags with a note attached and start wandering around town. Our very first mission? Locating a cup of coffee for Mike.
At this time of day on a Saturday, none the less, it turns out that Keflavik is pretty much a ghost town. We just started off walking and hoping for the best. After a while we were pretty sure that we were no where near the centre of town and much to our luck a cab drove by. We stopped him for a moment and after asking the ever important question of “Do you speak English?” asked how to get into town. We were on the right track. He even directed us to the only place he could think of that might be open for coffee! This is where I’ll give you the answer to the above question. When in Iceland there is no need to ask, they all speak English and look at you like you are nuts if you ask if they do! For the record, we did eventually find a cup of coffee for Mike – his first experience with European coffee! It grew on him 🙂
We did spend some time resting and napping, but didn’t want to waste the full day. In the afternoon we rose, bundled up and headed out. The hostel owner had told Kirsten of a Viking Museum not too far that we wanted to check out. It was about a 20 minute walk, but once we got there were quite happy with the find. There were animals to look at and play with, and we even got to stick our heads inside and see a re-built Viking ship. We decided not to pay to enter as we didn’t know how long we’d last (tiredness was setting in again!), but enjoyed ourselves none the less.
I’ll be the first to admit, Keflavik was not the most exciting place I’ve ever been to, but it was interesting none-the-less. I think if we hadn’t been so tired and the weather had been a little warmer we would have enjoyed ourselves more. It wasn’t a write off though 🙂Europe Part 2 – Keflavik Iceland
Next, we head off to Frankfurt!