To cut a long a long story short my journey went something like this - taxi, train, tube, train, plane, coach, minibus and finally there is bearded Thomas holding open the door of the Reykjavik Downtown youth hostel for me with a big, welcoming smile. Bearing in mind it is now 1am I manage to be relatively coherent. The sign in process completed I set about sneaking into my dorm room as quietly as I can hoping not to wake people up. Booking a bottom bunk proves invaluable as I would surely have fallen arse over tit trying to fit sheets and duvet cover in the dark perched up on high! And so to sleep. My first night in Iceland. I can hardly believe I'm here. The name of the airline I flew with couldn't BE
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