Reykjavik, I wish I had more to say about you.
I’m going to start off with a cliché and say the last couple of days have been an absolute rollercoaster (terrible I know, but bare with me). I landed in Reykjavik with a sense of excitement for the upcoming week and a half; time I had been anticipating for quite a while. Unfortunately, that excitement quickly turned into irritation and worry when my backpack didn’t appear on my flight’s baggage belt. Or any other belt for that matter. It’s beyond relieving finding your assumed-lost luggage show up after filling out an assumed-lost luggage form, and resigning to the idea that your assumed-lost luggage is actually just simply lost. After the reunion, I waited for the shuttle bus to take me into the city.
The first thing I wanted to do when I reached the main street was get a drink (and a meal to accompany it). I've realised I may take the occasional flake and fries from back home for granted, because this plate of pub fish and chips was simply a delight. The beer wasn’t bad either, just far too expensive for a pint at happy-hour – something I was looking forward to after my Norway bar exploits. The second beer I wasn’t expecting to be expensive either, as it was as the hostel bar, and yet I was a little taken aback when I did the math. This didn’t stop the traffic in the bar though, and even on a Wednesday evening the place was alive. Luckily, it didn’t hinder my efforts to sleep, but nearby construction work the next morning certainly did.
The number of tourist sights in the centre of Reykjavik is arguably quite few, which meant I could easily get through them all in a day. And I believe I did. Unlike the cities I’ve (briefly) visited so far, Reykjavik didn’t have something particular that stood out to me – such as an old preserved neighbourhood or interactive museum. But I didn’t come to Iceland for these things; all the sights are ahead of me and almost exclusively outside of Reykjavik. However, a stand-out sight I did find myself (unexpectedly) spectating and enjoying was a drag show.
Earlier that day I asked a local girl I met what I should do with my one full day in Reykjavik, and (from quite left field I thought) her response was to see a drag queen show hosted at another hostel in the city. Well, the beer was reasonably priced (the happy-hour taps at least), the people I met were friendly, and the two drag queens who performed were very entertaining. My harshest and possibly only critique is perhaps there was one too many musical numbers. The night was sadly soured when I stepped out the hostel door and rolled my ankle – an especially inconvenient injury as I had to walk a fair distance the next morning to pick up my rental car.
And that walk was the first time in my trip I genuinely didn’t want to be travelling. In fact, the only place I wanted to be was home. And knowing that I couldn’t be was a harsh reality. The combination of an increasingly swelling foot, the decreasingly good looking surroundings, and a lack of sleep made for one miserable trek. But things started to look up when I picked up the car with little fuss and adjusted to the roads with little trouble. Luckily, I was able to stay with a local my mum had met who lives not too far out from Reykjavik. And I discovered all I needed was another day of rest, to recover mentally and physically before I go on my weeklong adventure around the country.
I’m not sure when the next blog post will be up, perhaps when I’m back in Reykjavik next week. But I am sure there’ll be plenty to write about.
What the past couple of days in Reykjavik has taught me:
- Missing home is a natural feeling, and it can sometimes be remedied.
- Nightlife can be the best past of a foreign city.
- Always mind your footing.