iceland, iceland, baby

Leah and I got to Iceland last Sunday morning, taking a redeye from Boston. Most of you know, this is my return trip to Iceland, having toured Scandinavia a couple summers ago.

I know we were up north and all, just shy of the Arctic Circle but it seemed strange that it didn't get light until 8AM, then dark around 7PM. Until I realized, Iceland is on GMT, but is physically located in the next time zone west of Greenwich.

So, we rode on a bus from the international airport to Reykjavík to catch our domestic flight from there. We drove through snow and sunrise, and arrived at the airport aroud 8:15 only to find it closed! A local man was waiting and said it should open some time before the first flight at 9:30. It was quite cold to us, but we were troopers and survived. While we waited, I took a shot of the Reykjavík skyline, for what it's worth. The imposing church is Hallgrímskirkja.

One thing funny about flying in Iceland. When we arriving in Keflavík, the international airport, we had to go through a security screen before the passport control. In the domestic airport however, there was no security at all. I carried on my Swiss Army knife, and we boarded five minutes before takeoff.