(*dc) ow.
that hurts. quit.
this reminds me of one of my favorite memories from my recent iceland trip. it was about midway through the trip and the morning was going all wrong. i kept misplacing things, dropping things, hurting myself, etc. i had just spent an hour trying to let of the idea of retrieving my favorite pants that (i had just determined) lay on the ground next to a glacier 3 hous from reyk. my stuff was insanely big and heavy and poorly packed in what is surely the worst designed suitcase ever (note to self: even in moments of desperation, never, EVER, resort to buying luggage at walmart again). right after the herculean deposit of the suitcase into the microscopic toyota yiaris, i realized i had forgotten to put on deodorant. i pulled the suitcase out halfway and started digging through the bag. this, incidentally, is precisely the same way that the pants were lost - fishing something out of the suitcase on the back bumper of the car.
after fishing for what seemed like 10 minutes, i suddenly got unbearably frustrated and angry, and i threw the funniest fit ever. i yanked the suitcase out of the car and onto the ground (in this busy reykjavik street) and dramatically began emptying out the contents of my suitcase onto the asphalt, swearing at the suitcase each time i slammed a new item on the ground. all this to find a stick of deodorant which, by this time, i was starting to need prematurely. this scene would have been even better had it been raining, but it was the first sunny day, and this was putting even more pressure on the situation...must not waste the precious icelandic sunshine. despite this, i was on a MISSION to find that (*)&@)(*@ deodorant. i finally did. it was lodged between the bar and the cloth underneath the liner. you really can't imagine how much i hated this suitcase at this moment. i don't think i've ever been filled with a more seething hatred for a travel accessory in my life. and i've hated many travel accessories.
i wish i had more than just this mental image of the moment.
posted by cherry blossom @ 7:22 AM
4 Comments:
Right. Funniest fit.
And that wasn't the first sunny day. It was sunny the first day. And the last. And several in between.
it was the first sunny day since the first day, which, of course, we missed due to excessive laziness and jetlag. days 2-3 were cold and wet. hence the losing of the pants at the glacier the day before. this was day 4, saturday. the sunny day before sunday, which was, as you remember, not so sunny but not too bad on the long drive back down from the north and ended up in the blue lagoon. then it was monday, the day we left. also not the sunniest of days. really that day was the only truly clear day. except the first day, as you said. i think we would have seen the northern lights later in the night that first night if we'd gone back out of the city.
hmmm...too bad i can't edit comments. i missed a day in there.
let's see:
day 1 - wed - reyk - loafing, dinner with finnur
night1 - reyk (clear)
day 2 - thurs - gulfoss and geysir (overcast)
night2 - reyk - dinner w/ elves and fairies
day3 - fri - other fosses, drive to vík (foggy)
night3 - big foss youth hostel
day4 - sat - glacier (foggy and rainy)
night4 - reyk - city life, late night with finnur
day5 - sun - (FIT) drive north to peninsula (sunny)
night5 - gunwatermelon youth hostel, aurora
day6 - mon - drive back to reyk, record store (cloudy)
night6 - blue lagoon (rain), more aurora 5am
day7 - tues - drive to airport (partly cloudy)
I'd say you have far more than this mental snapshot of the moment. Plenty of dialog has surfaced to rummage through later on in life.
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