We arrived in Keflavik Airport about 6:30am, confused, tired and excited. We had flown Icelandic Air from Seattle and were stuck in the row in front of the exit row. For those of you who don’t know what this means – it means that your seat backs don’t recline. Fortunately, we didn’t end up having a third seat buddy and enjoyed a row to ourselves for our seven-hour flight.
Upon arrival we purchased FlyBus transfer tickets to Reykjavik, a 50-minute drive to our hotel, Hilton Nordica Reykjavik.
Wanting to explore the city of Reykjavik immediately, we walked across the street and hopped on Bus #19 to downtown with our complimentary Reykjavik bus pass, provided by the hotel.
The city reminds us of Seattle’s capitol hill neighborhood, but the homeless were non-existent and the bars were enjoyable.
After returning to the room for a two-hour nap, we decided to head back out and explore the city. Small cafes, locals buzzing around on bikes and dim-lit alleyways, we quickly got a feel for the city and even enjoyed our first Icelandic hot dog.
Luckily for us, our hotel offered complimentary happy hour complete with self served drinks and eat-yourself-sick appetizers, so dinner was not necessary with our full tummy’s and strict budgets.
- Reminds us of Washington (we’re spoiled)
- Longest-language ever (how can you have so many j’s, y’s? in one word?)
- Icelandic Kroner is confusing but we’ll learn
- Beautiful blondes
- Breathtaking landscapes.