Did we expect any of this?
Arriving at the airport of Keflavik feels different, exotic, maybe strange? I dont know. Good definitely. Sun is shining unexpectadly. I don’t spot a blowing volcano. Nice and chic are the hallways to the baggage claim. Silence, even though masses of people around.
Snowbird (escaping egg) sculpture in front of the airport terminal
Our group of wild determined mountaineers gathers in the Hotel lobby in Reykjavik. We all feel strange, imagining where we just landed – up north west on a piece of lava-land in the water. Ok, flat, but Iceland has put undefined presumptions to all our minds.
Where is the ashcloud – or at least ashdust on the streets? Poor city after hard economy struggles? We are visiting a sunny, clean, modern, metropolitain city which unreveals beauty and exitement behind every streetcorner. It looks like home, says Bob from Vermont. Well, could be Colerado as well, says Michelle from Boulder. Definitely far away are all pictures we brought with us.
After a fantastic dinner and revolutionary beer tastes, we watch the gangs of Thursday nights on the strip Laugavegur. 70% women and 30% men respresent the actual balance of the city. Vivid, living, loud, not yelling, safe, relaxed, enjoying. We take our stroll back home and I love my small cozy modern bed at 1am (3am at home). I didnt expect the day develop this easy.

