Before I get to our time in Scotland, I want to mention Reykjavík, since we had a stop there both coming and going. It’s a strange but kinda nifty airport, and definitely different than any other I’ve been to so far.
It’s got free wifi and a large self-service cafe (that actually had food for us, and as vegans, we were impressed and grateful). When you get off a flight, it can get confusing if the place is crowded. We almost stood in a long line we didn’t need to get in; seems the long line upstairs is only for those needing to get through customs. Or something. Took us a while to decide we could move.
There’s a good chance you’ll be standing-bused from the airport to your plane, then climb mobile airstairs to get onto the plane. Also, they hold flights until all passengers are on: which, for us, meant an extra hour waiting on the runway for three other flights to send passengers over. Can’t say we loved that, but it’s the right thing to do. Icelanders are pleasant people, so that helped.
BUT the real thing I wanted to post about was the toilets. They were like Ikea’s secret bunker, equipped by Dyson. Individual rooms (toilet and sink) for stalls, and these crazy faucet-dryers. The faucet-dryers seemed awesome at first glance, but got wacky when you tried to use them, especially if you wanted to wash your face or brush your teeth.
You can rinse a lather or gargle and end up somehow getting soap or toothpaste all over the walls, ceiling, and yourself. Which caused a lot of ladies and kids in the place to scream and giggle. Honestly, it was hilarious. Smart design, yet… well, not that practical. But hilarious to listen to everyone go mad over them.
So, if you’re in Reykjavík: go wash your face and dry your hands. It’s memorable.
We should return one day to see volcanos, glaciers, and auroras (none of which, sadly, you can see from the airport). 🙂