Boy, oh boy, what a long day that was! We got up at 6 (both quite perky, as sleeping before a long trip isn’t our thing), finished the remaining packing in a minute AND I managed to answer a few work emails regarding the Armitage during our commute to Stansted!
Everything went surprisingly smoothly, which was somewhat odd as I was waiting to be profiled yet again: a usual thing that happened before quite a few times: security grabbed me out of the queue and the rest was mildly unpleasant—nothing you can do about it except acquiescing, I guess. We decided to travel with an Icelandic airline this time—mostly because the commute through Keflavik looked more reliable in terms of timing—and we were not disappointed: the first flight was very short (under three hours), and we spent another hour and a half in Keflavik, enjoying lovely grim weather (yeah, I know! Sorry, my friends who crave the warmth!) and spectacular mossy/volcano landscapes while landing. But man, is Iceland expensive!.. I still remember our 2017 trip via Bergen and the priciest coffee and biccie in my life (about £23 altogether), but it looked like the Keflavik prices could beat that record easily! We didn’t buy anything at the end, as we weren’t particularly hungry, but it was something that stuck in my mind.
