From a bus. 

Fancy bi-lungiual stewardesses. Providential seat by the window.  10 Cloverfield Lane. Trying to sleep. Landing begins. The sun is rising out the window. Deep orange. Thick clouds underneath that look like land in the darkness. Clouds break as we approach. First sight of the gorgeous coastline. Touchdown and then the “airport shuffle” (immigration, baggage, etc). Getting an Icelandic phone number and data plan. 

And now here we are. On a bus. Headed to the capital. Can’t. Wait. Pictures will be forthcoming once I am not longer in some sort of vehicle. 

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