I am in the cafe of Loft hostel in Reykjavik at the moment, on my computer, on a Saturday evening. Yes, I should be partying, but it turns out, I acquired a cold from someone on Thursday, which has successfully put me out of commission for the weekend. It's actually not a terrible cold, I just don't want to make it any worse by downing 9 beers and going to bed a 4 AM. I need to dive at Silfra on Tuesday, afterall.
What surprised me the most when I got here was that I wasn't nervous. At all. Not even a little. I was 3000 miles away from home, alone, so I'd expected to be at least a little nervous. But, nope, nothing, which is good.
Driving from the airport to Reykjavik is a good drive in itself. It's about 45 minutes, and you get to look at a cool lava field half the time. The internet says that this drive is about 45 mintues, and it is, but at least half of that is navigating through the impressivley-spread-out-for-a-small-city Reykjavik.
Since it was like 8 AM when I got to Loft hostel the first time last week, I had to wait around 6 hours before I could check in. Take into account that due to the timing of the flight and the time change, I had missed an entire nights sleep. Aside from a small walk to get a SIM card, I more or less spent the entire morning in the Cafe in zombie mode. I was fairly sure that I was going to pass out once I got into my room at 2PM. Things didn't exactly turn out that way, however. When I got into the room, there were 2 guys from the US (Portland, Oregon I believe) who were ready to party. They actually had bought a bottle of whiskey at the airport that morning, and they didn't spare any time opening it once they got in the room. Long story short, 3 shots of whiskey perked me right up, and we all went out to lunch. We ate at a place called Bergsson Mathus, and god damn was it good. After that we hit a few bars, and this is where my memory gets hazy. Something... Guinness... something... Kaffibarinn... something... I wake up on Friday morning, at 3AM, to the light of day shining through the curtains. Oh yeah, it doesn't get dark here in the summer. After rolling around for about 6 hours, I eventually got out of bed around 9AM.
Friday was the day I got the rental car. While I was talking with the owner, he mentioned that I was getting a "new" car, which I took to mean that it was relatively new. Turns out, it was brand new. As in, 25km on the odometer new. No complaints here. I loaded up the car and took off for my first guesthouse, near Vik. Luckily, this car had a built in GPS, otherwise I probably would have crashed several times while looking at the GPS on my phone.
The trip around the ring road was good. Iceland's landscapes are unreal in some places. And what's more, the landscape changes every hour, so you never get bored. Unfortunately, due to the constant assault of beauty, it can be kind of hard to drive. In fact, you end up stopping every 15 minutes to take pictures and videos. I won't bother describing what I saw, since I have a ton of pictures. The guesthouses I stayed in were generally good. The only one I disliked was, dissapointingly, the one I thought I would like the most. Mjoeyri guesthouse was dissapointing because it didn't offer dinner (had to go to a restaurant, which itself was good), and it's breakfast sucked. My favourite place that I visited was Dettifoss. It was powerful as fuck, and it looked awesome. I won't lie, I got bored sometimes, because I was really doing a lot, I was just seeing. I went out one night in Akureyri with some people from Edmonton, California, Argentina, and Mexico. We basically wandered Akureyri and drank beer. I think we got to bed around 1AM, but it looked like 8PM.
I actually cancelled my second night in Akureyri due to it being, in my opinion, nothing special, although it was beautiful. I preferred to spend the remaining days in Reykjavik. So, I booted it back to Reykjavik in a 5 hour drive that didn't really impress me in terms of landscape, until I got pretty close to Reykjavik. The day I got back to Reykjavik I stayed at KEX hostel, which was really cool. Very well decorated, lots of amenities, good food, and great atmosphere. I went out that night with two guys from Manchester, a guy from France, and a girl from NYC. I went to bed at like 3AM, and I don't want to talk about the morning after. I did, however, meet some people from Toronto that night, or somewhere close to that. They knew where KW was anyway, and that nerds went to UW. The next day I migrated to Loft hostel and I've basically done nothing since but eat, do some work, watch house, and talk to people. That will change tomorrow when I get the apartment, and my dad comes on Monday morning.
Oh yeah, I also discovered that laundromats are really hard to find in Reykjavik and I'm out of clean clothes. I also need a haircut.