Et tu, Expedia?

Boston has never been high on our list of favorite places (rat capital of America). However, it has managed to sink lower in our opinion by virtue of its absurd airport where the terminals are not securely connected. We had 90 minutes to make our connection which should not have been a problem. It became a problem when, 1, we landed late, 2, we had to physically leave the terminal and RUN through 2 terminals to get to the international terminal and 3, we realized that American Airlines had not checked us through to Reykjavik so we had to check in again with Iceland Air. Then we had to go through the security screening again, all in about 30 minutes. We have to say here that every single person in the airport was great. Sweating like animals and freaking out about missing our flight (the only one of the day), we looked 15 kinds of crazy. Fortunately they didn’t take us away for questioning but they did let us line jump a bit. So thank you, people of Boston Logan Airport and curse you Expedia for booking us such an impossible connection and you too whoever is in charge of funding an upgrade of the airport so people can move between terminals without leaving the secure area.




goda nuit, indeed



We landed in Keflavik, which is the international airport serving Reykjavik. It’s about as far out of town as IAH from Houston, but without all the sprawl in between. We cleared immigration, customs and scrounged for dinner/breakfast before heading out in search of the bus to town. We emerged from the terminal about 1:15AM, just in time to see a lovely sunset. Our next flight didn’t leave until 7:30 and was from the domestic terminal. We wanted to leave in plenty of time to check-in, clear security and the like so we walked over from the central bus terminal about 4:00 and saw the sunrise, not that it ever actually been dark. We arrived to discover that the airport wasn’t open yet so we spent about 20-30 minutes debating when we thought it might open and walked back to a gas station with a convenience store we had spotted on the way over.

It was with great bitterness that we found the Primus canisters – we had gone back and forth endlessly about bringing our stove. Looks like we’ll be picking up a new primus stove here – it was nice to see that they’ll be easy to find – they had a good selection right there at the gas station. Anyhow, pastries hot chocolate and coffee all around and we decided that the airport had to open at 6:00. We walked back to find a lonely French backpacker locked out also. The airport opened at 6:20 – check-in started 30 minutes before the flight and there is no security screening. Now we know.