At this point, my internal clock is only compatible with the walking dead. I can see why they might want to eat brains; I don’t have any. By the time we got to our hotel, I was completely exhausted and could barely find the bed.
But actually my day started yesterday. I had almost no energy. Going on a multi-kilometer hike with everyone was completely out of the question. Most of my day was spent on such important things as listening to an audiobook, napping, & a small bit of stitching. Maybe 1-2 hours were actually spent napping but not more. There might also have been computer solitaire involved.
So color me pale and glassy eyed this morning which might have not been the best start for another long day of travel augmented by a couple of cups of rather strong coffee. We headed back to the airport in the sucky rental car which we hadn’t used since arrival. Getting to this particular location by train is actually more challenging than facing the autobahn (including the hike up a hill which actually compares to ours at home). We had to figure out the balance of not leaving too early and not arriving so late that we would be rushing through the airport. Which meant arriving within my comfort zone (not George’s). Once again the car’s navigation system refused to play so I had to turn on my phone (AT&T has raised the daily connect fee to $12 from $10/US, Just saying). My maps took us off the autobahn about 30 km out and we did a bit of cross country driving before picking up HWY 44, then 43 to Terminal 2. Luck was with us – there were actually signs to rental car return (small type face but actually visible) – and it was underground at the parking garage next to the terminal.
Getting to the D/E check in area was easy. Finding the check in counter was a bit more challenging but they opened more or less on time. Security in T2/Frankfurt doesn’t have the new screening machines. Just saying that taking out ALL my electronics was a total pain. Laptop & tablet, camera, lenses, batteries, all chargers. This sucked.
Our flight to Iceland on Iceland air was uneventful. We were sitting on the wrong side of the plane to see any possible volcanic activity. Hint – do NOT sit in the exit rows if you want to access anything in your carry-on. No underseat. Nothing at your feet. Good thing I didn’t need my camera.
Arrival., hike, baggage. Exhausted, I couldn’t even run after the grey haired woman making off with my suitcase at the far end of the baggage carousel. Just dragged self over and reported it. By the time we were at the end of al of that, there were only three bags left going around. And then there were four. And then there were three. My bag was back. Since we leave tomorrow, I decided this was as good as it got and we headed to the bus. Which, as it turns out, unlike Japan and other places, doesn’t go to hotels, just to the central bus terminal where you have to get on yet another bus (by color, ours was yellow). We were dropped off downtown and finally found our hotel. The bus wasn’t cheap but 1/3 the price of the rare taxi… and less than what my cruise line wanted to charge.
water, tea, sleep….
