IT WAS 11:30 PM WHEN WE LANDED to a pink sunset at Iceland’s Keflavik Airport. Where winter daytime in Tromsø, Norway was two hours of twilight at noon, midnight in Iceland is like pre-dawn. I turned on the lights on our rented VW more because it is the law than out of necessity for the 60 km drive to Reykjavik.
The view from the room is better than the view of the room
Thor, for what else could he be called, showed us to our apartment at the Three Sisters. What it lacks in kerb appeal could fill volumes but the location is prime and the cost, for Iceland at least, is reasonable. The small room comes with a kitchenette - we can save a bit by self-catering - and a decent bathroom with plenty of sulfury scalding water, courtesy of Iceland’s geo-thermal reservoir. The TV has only one channel but all we wanted was bed after a long day, so we closed the blackout curtains and settled in for some serious Zs.
