Arriving in a foreign country is always a thrill. It’s one of my favorite aspects of travel. You have to figure out so much just to make your way around. Currency, language, directions, etc. It’s always so much.
I arrived at Keflavik airport at some point in the morning. Keflavik is a good distance from Reykjavik, the capital of Iceland. It requires a 40 minute bus ride to get there. I had to scour over a few maps to figure out which bus stop would drop me closest to my airbnb. I finally found a drop off point at a hostel, which was about 1 kilometer from the airbnb. I had nearly 35+ pounds of gear packed into two bags, which I knew I was probably going to struggle with, since I have a bit of a bad neck. Nevertheless, the walk from the hostel was fun. Reykjavik has nice walkways right on the side of the highways, so I easily meandered my way toward the neighborhood I was looking for.
I stopped to rest at one point along the highway, tossing my bags to the ground and sitting in the grass. Two Asian men strolled by, smiling at me. They stopped to talk, but we couldn’t understand each other in the slightest. They were pointing at my bags and smiling. Finally, one patted me on the leg and then they both walked off. I continued down towards the neighborhood, stopping to ask an Icelandic woman where I was trying to go. The woman told me I was about two blocks away. Turns out the majority of Icelandic people speak English, and well I might add. The Icelandic language is pretty interesting, but for the life of me I can’t remember any of the names of locations, or how to pronounce them.
I booked an airbnb for my first two nights in Reykjavik, knowing that I was going to be exhausted from travel. That’s exactly what happened. I must’ve slept most of those first two days, because it’s a bit of a haze. My airbnb host was away in France, so I had the place to myself. I forgot that it’s bright out all of the time here in the summer. That took a little getting used to.
Soon after I fell asleep on the first day, I was suddenly awoken to the sound of everyone outside screaming. At first I thought there was some kind of natural disaster going on. Then I realized that Iceland was playing England in the Euro soccer tournament. I’m guessing by the sound of that, they won. And indeed they did. It was an historic win as well.
I did get a chance to go out and explore Reykjavik on my second day. It was quite overcast, but I still had fun exploring. Reykjavik is expensive, but really quaint and fun to stroll around. It’s small enough to explore on foot, which I always love.
Wait wait. Holy shit… I’m in Europe.