Great Amwell, United Kingdom
An early morning start, up at 3.30, leaving roommate Scott to sleep off the pint over which we’d shared stories last night and on to the shuttle bus to the depot. There were people up in the hotel bar, but not waiting for the bus – they were still finishing off the night before.
Reykjavik airport has big queues, Icelandair had warned, but their refurbishments seem to be sufficiently far along to mitigate the problem, so I was checked in, had dropped my bag off before 5.30 and was through security before passport control was even open. I could have taken an extra half hour or more in bed, but no matter.
Just under three hours and the plane landed at Heathrow. Mixed feelings – looking down over Thames Ditton and Bushy park was cool, realising where I was, less so. But that’s one trip ended, on to the next thing.