AAH and I arrived home yesterday after a long and arduous trip back to Iceland. We left Bulgaria at 7 am on Saturday morning [up at 4, zzzz …] and were booked on an Icelandair flight back that evening at 10.30 pm. After a long day of shopping soaking up Copenhagen consumer culture we headed back to the airport to board our plane back home, only to be told after boarding that there were “technical difficulties” with the aircraft. Another half hour or so of listening to the drunken rants of the Icelander in the seat next to me and we were told the plane would be unfixable that evening and we would have to spend the night in Copenhagen. As it happened, we were booked into the Cabinn Hotel, which has the smallest rooms in the entire universe and which AAH and I stayed at during our outbound journey and swore we’d never do again … proving that the fates do, indeed, have a sense of humour.
Another two hours of baggage reclaim, taking number, waiting, voucher claiming, etc. etc. and we were lying in our bunks at the Cabinn. We were given the option of two flights back on Sunday and opted for the later one to have a few more hours of sleep, which turned out to be somewhat wishful thinking since I was returning from my holiday in the sun with a nasty cold and spent much of the night coughing.
Add to this the fact that, on arrival in Copenhagen from Bulgaria, we found that the locks had been cut from our suitcases and the zip unit on the zipper destroyed. “Security check” was the profferred explanation. Meanwhile, everyone else’s suitcase appeared intact — I figure AAH and I were singled out because we looked significantly different from everyone else travelling on that plane, i.e. were the only ones that didn’t have any tattoos.
Also? It rained into our room at the Cabinn during the night, and the only clean pair of jeans I had in which to travel back were completely soaked.
Bizarrely, our trip TO Bulgaria was fraught with similar challenges, including an hour-long delay at Copenhagen train station en route to the airport, meaning we came dashing onto our plane to Bulgaria with not a minute to spare.
That said, all worked out in the end and nothing serious happened. Well, if you discount the fact that my laptop was involved in a wee accident a couple of days before leaving and crashed [hence my silence here for the last few days].
Still! it was a great holiday. We spent much of the time on the beach reading and hanging out, made some new friends and met some amazing people. We also went to Istanbul for a couple of days and were both completely captivated by the city. I now sort of understand all you folks out there who say you come to Iceland and just fall in love and want to return … I kind of feel that way about Istanbul now. I really want to return and spend some more time — but in the meantime, it’s back to Icelandic day-to-day reality.