We woke up again without a ton of spare time. This time, our deadline was checkout. We showered and packed all our gear. We had the remaining crackers and cheese and pepperoni to break our fast, and then we went down to street level. We searched for a spot that it wouldn’t be inappropriate to spend a couple of hours with all our luggage, we didn’t want to lug it around any more than necessary. We found Rost on the docks and stole a corner where we were out of the way. We ordered a pair of coffees and a croissant and we did some reading. We wrote some more of our travels. It’s definitely easier to do when it’s fresh in our minds. After a time, we ordered a couple sandwiches as well. We weren’t sure what food would be available in the airport, so we took advantage of the opportunity.
Eventually our time came to pack up and catch our van. We only had to walk a couple of blocks to the bus stop. We rode to the other side of the city where we transferred from the van to a bus. The bus took us directly to Keflavik airport with no stops. Before the trip, we had considered going to Blue Lagoon on the way in, on the way out, or both. Having gone on the way into Iceland, which was awesome, we would recommend doing it this way. While there are showers at the lagoon, we still felt a bit salty after we left, until we got another shower. We felt like it wouldn’t be comfortable on a plane, so we opted to skip it on the way home. We got all the way to the airport before we ran into any issues. We’re not doing shoes today, which is always a nice surprise. I hadn’t noticed, but I got the SSSS mark on my boarding pass. It stands for like super secret special surprise, or something. It means when you run your carry-on through the X-ray machine, they make you stand on a pedestal for all the world to see while they swipe your hands with a tissue. Then they look at your stuff. Then you’re free to go find out what the next super special secret surprise will be. As you try to scan your boarding pass to go through a turnstile, you get an error message, and a person in uniform directs you to the other line. A woman looks at your passport and boarding pass for like the 5th time. You go behind a partition and take off your shoes (so much for leaving shoes on today), and spread all your carry-on out on a table. They look through your bags. They rub your hands with tissue again, and then you’re free to go. Meanwhile my boarding pass scanned fine and I made it through the turnstile. When Rob couldn’t make it I tried to linger and wait for him but I quickly got told that I needed to keep walking and go down stairs. I wasn’t sure where Rob would end up so I lingered in a central area prior to the departure gates. We eventually linked back up once Rob made it through (about fifteen minutes later). We found our way to the gate and waited. As we were called to board, I showed my boarding pass again, and was told to wait while they updated something in a computer system. Then I was free to go. We finally got to board the plane and were surprised to find that there were so many empty seats. Almost half! We took off without a hitch, and made our way west. Home. I watched Ocean’s Eight on the flight, while Rob caught us up on most of the blogging. Shaun and Jenny so kindly picked us up at the airport to transport us home and reunite us with Douglass.
"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."
- Bilbo Baggins
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