Long Days and Traveling: 36 Hours of FUN…

If I was to describe traveling across the ocean, the first word that comes to mind is boring. You’re excited to get to your destination. You’re longing to discover new things. You’re destined to sit in a small seat on an airplane for hours on end, moving from side to side trying to grab a few hours of stolen bedtime back.

Arriving, you muster up whatever energy you have left, not like you’ve expended much in a 27″ x 32″ seat, to pull down your carry on and wind your way through a sea of dazed travelers. You try to decipher to signage to customs… mainly which line you are supposed to go in, hope the agent can read your chicken scratch, grab your bags and make your way out onto the city street to a mob of taxi drivers and tour companies, all vying for your business.

Tired and wanting to sleep, you must stay awake to acclimate to your new world and time zone. Flung 6 hours ahead and into another day, you wrestle with your body and mind to keep moving and enjoy your day, which has just begun but should be ending. Welcome to jet lag.

What Could Possibly Go Wrong?!
Let me tell you about entry into Iceland. There are no forms to fill out. Customs was a breeze so the hour we budgeted for getting through was in actuality about 15 minutes. Therefore our groggy minds and bodies had to sit around for an hour waiting for our arranged ride to get our little camper van. Minutes drag on like hours when you are sleep deprived and been going for over 24 hours… and our day had just begun.

Our ride showed and we piled all our luggage into the van and rode off into the sunrise. It was a quiet ride since our foggy brains couldn’t muster up enough neurons to put together a coherent sentence. We arrived in a half hour and signed all the paperwork and dreamily listened to her explanation about the camper and its workings. Being good car people we pointed out that we had no spare and the tires were quite bald, to which we were whisked off to a tire shop. An hour later they had installed 4 new tires and gotten us a spare… which by the way, the car didn’t come with.
We hit the Bonus market… hey something we can say and spell… picked up a bunch of food and hit the road.

We finally found our campground and settled in for a mid-afternoon nap. We got about 4 hours of sleep off and on these last 36 hours. We finished the night standing in a tourist line to the Blue Lagoon mineral hot springs. Then back to camp and off to our cozy sleeping bags and dreamland. The rain and wind lulled us to a deserved sound sleep.

Our trip consists of all unknowns. We are just going to bounce around the south coast for the first two days then, providing the rain let’s up, head out to the west fjords for a few days, then do some waterfall hoping and hiking.


Author: Two Travelin' Chicas... A Grand Adventure

Since I can remember I have been interested in travel, writing and photography. I am a 50 some year young gal from UTAH! This year, 2017, is the beginning of the third phase of my life. Together with my soul mate Chris Williams and Pembroke Corgi, Gandaulf, we are setting out to travel around the world. Through this blog I hope you will all travel vicariously through the ups and downs of this part of our lives. Come and join in this... A GRAND ADVENTURE...

One thought on “Long Days and Traveling: 36 Hours of FUN…”

  1. Sounds like a long, tiring trip getting there. If anyone would know to observe the tires and recognize there wasn’t a spare, it would be you two đź‘Ť

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