Let's Talk About Iceland
As some of you know, my flight stopped in Iceland before making its way to London. Strange route, it seems, but I thought this would be my opportunity to see a place very few have visited. Well, it didn't exactly work out.
The small section of Iceland I saw (the airport is not in Reykjavic), was made up of crusty, rocky, dried up lava fields. It was brown and boring. We got off the plane, sat outside the plane for an hour and a half, then got back on the same plane. Not a very large airport.
However, Icelandair does do one thing right: flight attendants. These were some of the finest Scandinavian?? ladies I've seen. All tall, with long legs, flowing locks and brilliant smiles, they made the 12 or so hours I was in an airport go by much quicker. These ladies were the real deal. If only the food was. For breakfast, I was served what looked to be some sort of Icelandic pastry--a croissant or strudel or something. Nope, it was eggs. Imagine what eggs mistakenly identified as pastries must have tasted like. One more thing about Icelandair. Near the end of a flight, the TV screen turns into a map, showing you where you have come from and where you are going and how long it will take. This is pretty standard. So, there was the U.S., there was our plane flying over the atlantic, and there was Iceland. On each continent, a few cities were marked. You would assume these would represent the major cities of each country. But apparently, word has not yet reached Iceland about America's most prominent cities. There were three on the map: Minneapolis, appropriate since we had flown from there. Baltimore, made sense because we flew over it. The third one made slightly less sense. Waco, Texas. That's right, Waco, Texas.
More things to know about London and the U.K. Not only is it illegal to possess pepper spray or anything similar, it is considered a firearm here, and the punishment is a six-month jail sentence. Thought that was interesting. Also, you are not permitted to carry any sort of knife, scissors, nail clippers, or anything else that could be used as a weapon. The police officers here don't even carry guns. What a refreshing thought; no guns, no tasers, and you need a written permit from the Secretary of State to carry mase.
Well I'm knackered.
The small section of Iceland I saw (the airport is not in Reykjavic), was made up of crusty, rocky, dried up lava fields. It was brown and boring. We got off the plane, sat outside the plane for an hour and a half, then got back on the same plane. Not a very large airport.
However, Icelandair does do one thing right: flight attendants. These were some of the finest Scandinavian?? ladies I've seen. All tall, with long legs, flowing locks and brilliant smiles, they made the 12 or so hours I was in an airport go by much quicker. These ladies were the real deal. If only the food was. For breakfast, I was served what looked to be some sort of Icelandic pastry--a croissant or strudel or something. Nope, it was eggs. Imagine what eggs mistakenly identified as pastries must have tasted like. One more thing about Icelandair. Near the end of a flight, the TV screen turns into a map, showing you where you have come from and where you are going and how long it will take. This is pretty standard. So, there was the U.S., there was our plane flying over the atlantic, and there was Iceland. On each continent, a few cities were marked. You would assume these would represent the major cities of each country. But apparently, word has not yet reached Iceland about America's most prominent cities. There were three on the map: Minneapolis, appropriate since we had flown from there. Baltimore, made sense because we flew over it. The third one made slightly less sense. Waco, Texas. That's right, Waco, Texas.
More things to know about London and the U.K. Not only is it illegal to possess pepper spray or anything similar, it is considered a firearm here, and the punishment is a six-month jail sentence. Thought that was interesting. Also, you are not permitted to carry any sort of knife, scissors, nail clippers, or anything else that could be used as a weapon. The police officers here don't even carry guns. What a refreshing thought; no guns, no tasers, and you need a written permit from the Secretary of State to carry mase.
Well I'm knackered.
posted by Kristie at 4:17 AM
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