We’re at about 30,000 feet somewhere over the North Atlantic. I’ve written quite a few blog posts over the years from a place like this – but never before been able to post them live with onboard wifi.
It’s just a shame that nothing much has happened since I last put anything up, which kind of ruins the effect. It rained the whole way from the house to Glasgow airport, though luckily it stopped just as we arrived – allowing us to make it into the terminal dry and on time to meet mum and check in. It all worked smoothly, perhaps too smoothly, as while it kept the stress levels pleasingly low, it doesn’t really make for much of a story. On balance, comparing it to our massively stressful departure from Oslo five years ago, I’ll take today every time.
Now, as I sit here staring out at the blazingly white clouds below and scanning through Iceland docos on the inflight entertainment system, my mind jumps forward to what will fill our week. It looks spectacular, and I’m hoping that it will be sufficiently free of people (in parts at least) to see and photograph it the way I’m imagining it!
Beyond that, it’s a bit of a mystery. We have no currency, not even an idea of the exchange rate. We know they drive on the right, but because our hire car comes with a GPS and because the offline system I usually use doesn’t have coverage there, we don’t have the sorts of maps and plans we normally would either. We know we are staying at the Stracta Hótel in Hella tonight, so I guess we just have to find that! Given that it never reaches full dark, that should help…
Everything in one place 