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TRAVEL DIARY

I: 31.07.04 II: 01.08.04 III: 02.08.04 IV: 03.08.04 V: 04.08.04 VI: 05.08.04 VII: 06.08.04

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04:45

The digital phone rings a merry tune and I have to answer it. A tape repeats a boring sentence about ordering a wakeup call. I just slam the phone down. I don’t feel tired mentally nor physically, although I want to puke. But that’s how it goes. They serve us an early breakfast downstairs, which is nice, as it has been paid for anyway. We had made some ice tea yesterday and put it in the fridge of our hotel room, but the end result tastes horrible and had to be discarded.

05:40

We get picked up, right on time (good thing we were fast) and we start the voyage of 41km over to the airport. At the airport, all hell breaks loose regarding complaining, nagging and paranoia. The other three of this party just can’t stand any suspension, waiting in queues and trying to navigate. They’re constantly irritating the shit out of me. Luckily I don’t really get in a bad mood, since there are zero problems at the airport – I get my VAT and my Icelandic money changed back to euros just with a five-minute wait.

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There's also a person handing out questionnaires about our stay in Iceland. She tells us she will wait at the top floor, near the escalators, but after I've filled the paper out, she is nowhere to be found. And I thought I was making a favour!

The aircraft, once we get on it, is a Boeing 757-200 just like the other plane we took. The plane is as roomy as always, with no space for my feet whatsoever. We’re in the last seats too, against the back wall of the plane, so I can’t do anything about the bench either. This time there's no angel to save me, either... ^_^

08:50

The person sitting in front of me tries to lower her seat. I try telling her there’s no room, but she’s persistent and decides to turn my feet into packed sardines. If my knees were pressed against the seat earlier, now they are -in- it.

09:20

The breakfast served is terrible, but I don't make a mess despite not being able to lower the table thanks to my feet being too large. It just won't come down, so I'm abusing dad's and Risto's tables instead. Good thing we reserved drinks of our own too. Egils soda!

18:50

I'm home. It's hard to believe where I was and where I am now. The only thing I know - I'm going back again! Over and out!


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