Welcome aboard to Reykjavik – or Westeros?

My second morning of the trip started with a cup of English tea and a distressing mail from my Airbnb host when she made known that for personal reasons she wasn’t able to accommodate me the first night of my stay. Trying to figure out the problem with her and my mobility program tutor I hopped out of the train in early morning at Pasila station, pretty easily reaching a bus to the Helsinki-Vantaa airport with good amount of time in my hands. After the drive it was still a long while of waiting the check in to begin with my fat ‘n heavy baggage.

Before my flight I managed to stop for snacks at Upper crust- airport cafe, as well as check the Moomin shop near my gate. Then even more waiting ’till the plane finally set off to the Scandinavian skies a little after 2pm Finnish time.

The atmosphere in that plane was fantasy-like fantastic! Icelandair treated me well – from the traditional Icelandic salt chocolate to the amazing Game of Thrones- themed security instruction- and tourist guide videos, like I was going nowhere else than Westeros itself. Could I please meet the Khaleesi? Even though my playlist of music wasn’t long enough and the captain’s English was a bit poor, the hours aboard flew by.

I met my tutor Kristveig after landing in Keflavik airport and taking a bus to downtown Reykjavik bus terminal – where she was waiting to meet me with an answer to all of my questions that far. She had even solved the problem with my accommodation by renting a hostel room for the night. We cruised a little sightseeing tour through the downtown part of the city in the process of her dropping me to Reykjavik city hostel, which seemed not to be that bad of a staying option at all. That led me to spend the rest of the day in a same room with an interrail- traveler from Michigan.

Hungry after all the traveling my next mission was to find the first place to grab something eat on the island. Faithful to previous experiences I picked an Asian diner Wok Dragon just a couple hundred meters away from the hostel. Have to say – when opening the door of a restaurant and immediately hearing Abba playing loud, I felt cozy and homelike enough to note my choice right even though I’m more than thrilled to try some traditional Icelandic peculiarities as well. I still have all the month to get there.