THE FLIGHT
Leg 1
10/10 would eat again (no joke, the food was that good).
Somehow we ordered 5 meals??? So we had plenty to eat, but it still didn’t feel like enough because the food was so good. Legit, I have not had food this good even in plain ol’ brick and mortar restaurants. This one is in the air. And it comes prepackaged. And it’s better than your restaurant food. You should be ashamed.
This is just an Icelandic water bottle we were given when we boarded. Complements the pink lemonade nicely.
Watching the sky change out the window is pretty. I like peeking out and comparing to the in-flight map and trying to imagine what life is like down there. I know it’s pretty mundane; I mean, we flew over like the UP and Canada, mostly. But there’s something cool about looking at the specks below and thinking “those are Canadian specks!”.
Flying over Lake Michigan.
Flying over Canada at this point.
Side note: I’ve never heard Icelandic spoken before. It’s pretty weird.
What’s cute though is that the overhead lighting was designed to look like the Northern lights.
Icelandians(??) must be into really cute stuff like this, because they even named each of their planes after a glacier or volcano. I missed seeing the sign with the name of our plane when we walked in... maybe that can be a later update??
Fail #1 has already happened... my mom packed my Apple ear buds for the trip. I took them out because she packed the ones with the regular-headphone-jack-mabob and replaced them with the ones that actually plug into my phone. SURPRISE! Icelandair doesn’t provide headphones for the trip (I could’ve sworn Lufthansa did when I flew with them 4 years ago). So I’m stuck for ~10 hours of flying being unable to listen to the cool Icelandic documentary I wanted to watch, watch a movie, listen to their podcasts... RIP. Good thing I downloaded some last-minute podcasts onto my phone. And 2048... there’s always 2048.
Leg \2402
The airport smells like dirt. Like, reeks of dirt. I have no clue where it’s coming from but I’m like suffocating. When you first walk in, it’s a pleasant IKEA-esque smell and everything does look very cutely IKEA (I know IKEA is Swedish, but still)... but then the smell goes from pleasant childhood memories to feeling like you’re inhaling a mound of dirt pretty fast.
We took a bus from the plane to the terminal, since it wasn’t directly connected. Some of them were decorated with green landscapes that Ashkan mistook for broccoli... hence they are now called the “broccoli bus”.
Had to do some PoGo while I’m abroad.
Schiphol definitely doesn’t smell like dirt. Getting off the plane, there’s various very Euro, green, again sort of IKEA-like areas. Fake birds chirping while people pedal stationary bikes to charge their phones, tulips on sale at ridiculously high prices because they can, next to Dutch chocolates, full-body massage machines, cool chairs to lay back in. I’d have loved to have hung out and taken pictures but as usual Ma was in a mad rush over nothing.
