Velkomin á Vestfjörðum

I began my journey to Iceland May 6, 2012 around 4:30 a.m. in Birmingham, AL. My dad drove me to the airport in Atlanta, GA to catch a long string of flights to eventually land me in Isafjörður. The first flight took me to Charlotte, NC, the second to Boston, and the third to Keflavik, Iceland. Most of my time on the plane was spent sleeping hoping to cushion the effects of the 5 hour time difference.

Once on the ground in Iceland everyone had to go through customs. I was expecting a much more complicated ordeal than what occurred. I handed the agent my passport he looked at the picture, up at me and asked "how long are you staying?" I answered "three months." He then responded "working?" I told him just for travel and he sent me on my way. 

After I picked up my bags it was on to Reykjavik. There are several bus companies that leave from the airport on various routes, I ended up having to ask one of the drivers which bus I needed. I took the bus directly to the bus station to wait on my guide (Sigga) for the day to pick me up. Going through customs, baggage claim, and the bus ride took far less time than expected and I ended up having to wait for close to an hour. The wait was actually nice to have though, it gave my mind a chance to regroup and settle from the hectic traveling before I was on the road once again. This time with Sigga, exploring Reykjavik.

This brings you to early morning of day two. My fourth day in Iceland is coming to a close, I will get caught up soon. Keep checking back for more.