(Backdated, an written as if I had written it just before bed on that day. Because I can.) The trip from Schiphol to Keflavik Airport was uneventful; or, as maybe I should phrase that as “I slept almost the entire flight.” Apart from having to check my backpack, and it ending up with a nasty scuff on it, everything went well.
The weather on arrival was very much like a Portland early-March day; about 50 degrees (the high 52; low 48), light rain and grey. I checked in to my accomadations which are very nice for a guesthouse / hostel. Clean, friendly, and a door low enough to smack your head on if you’re not paying attention.
My first experience with the midnight sun was about what you’d imagine, but still surprising. When going to bed around 10:30p, it is about as bright as a 7p summer day in Portland. But more on that in a future post.