After a protracted journey through three plane trips (no direct flight from Iceland to Hong Kong), I finally arrived in Iceland.
Hong Kong to Beijing:
Celestiadamn it, Beijing, it’s just 3pm and you are dark as buck (it’s the smog).
Then Beijing to Copenhagen. It was 10 hours long and I amused myself by doing origami tessellations from the paper on the meal tray, one of them is the snowflake, the other is the weave. I gave the weave to the neighbor, who was going to Malmö to see his family.
The ominous black snowflake.
Then Copenhagen to Reykjavík. The plane was full of Icelanders. It’s the first time in my life I heard a real human speaking Icelandic! Before that moment, Icelandic had been mythological to me, seemingly something not spoken by real humans.
The Keflavík airport was small and I bought a Vodaphone card at the supermarket right outside of the exit. Fun fact: don’t buy the bottled water, because the tap water is perfectly drinkable.
Something tells me that fish is probably pretty important in Iceland.
Then as I was typing this, it suddenly started to snow! … and 20 minutes later, it stopped. Well, true to its famed fast-changing weather pattern.
Tomorrow I’ll go shopping in Bónus. Gonna buy like a kilogram of skyr.