The morning started with our journey through Glencoe to the airport in Glasgow. We ended up leaving at 10. We wanted to leave at 8:30.
This wouldn't normally pose a problem, except for the fact that we could be cutting it close if there were any issues with weather, or construction or things like that.
We were again floored by the scenery. It was just as scenic as the Ft. William area. The road was winding and as a result we started to hit traffic in a number of spots. People were just driving really slowly because they wanted to look at the mountains and green and open spaces. People were driving slow as shit. To add to it, in a lot of places there was construction. Because the roads are small and one lane, they do this thing where they have lights and only let in a certain amount of cars and you have to wait. In one spot, it was worse, you had to wait for your escort. So there was one shit head who drove back and forth between the two spots.
To make things better the clouds were getting a lot darker.
Here comes the rain. It's like 11:15, we wanted to be there by like 12. We still have an hour to go. It's pouring. By pouring, I mean monsooning. It's 11:30 and the rain has changed to biblical proportions. The road is full of water. It's taking longer and longer because people are driving slower and slower.
We finally got off the drive and are near Glasgow, it's like 12. As we get closer and closer to the exit, and because signposts and not in English in this English speaking country, we miss the exit. We zip around get off and back on and get to the place to drop off the car. Jess is talking to the guy, I am unpacking the car and the baby is pissed that he's in the stroller. We race over to the check in and the girl from Iceland Air says that we are there in time. No problem, we have plenty of time. Are there any other airports like JFK in the world?
Before heading out, we got the baby into his first kilt and pipes.
The plane ride went very well. The baby was well behaved and was good throughout the vast majority of the flight. In fact, I can't remember him being much fussy at all.
We were able to manage getting all of our shit and carrying it out to get the bus to the Blue Lagoon. We should have made it on the last bus but apparently my time at the currency exchange caused us to miss it and we had to wait for the next one in about half an hour.
The baby was very excited to get the bus to the Blue Lagoon. I think the bus was the best part of his trip. He got to sit in the driver's seat and drive the bus while we waited. The entire fucking trip, Scotland, castles, ruins, headed to Iceland and he's excited about the bus!
The Blue Lagoon for those of you who do not know, is a famous spa in Iceland. It uses the recycled geothermal water from the free heating systems that the country has. The water is ridiculously blue and there is silica on the bottom that people put on their skin to help with a number of different ailments. The temperatures are range from a number of different degrees - it's never cold. You can get massages and other treatments but just being in the water is generally good enough.
He enjoyed climbing the rocks that you were not supposed to be climbing on.
The Europeans and Asian tourists are really fucking weird. The place is pretty big and large enough that you don't really have to get near other people and you sure as shit don't need to brush against them, and you sure as fuck don't need to do it if you're wearing a speedo. I don't get it. At one point I asked Jess if the old German guy grabbed her ass. She said he did not.
The buses left on the 15 and we were going to get out after an hour, but decided that we would not have gotten our 80 euro worth of high class pampering so we decided to wait for the next one at 7:15. They got out first and used the towels and then I got out and met them at the store inside.
After getting out of the water, the baby had a snack. Who's more pampered than him? He's rejuvenated, chillin' in his seat and has a snack.
He was very excited when the bus pulled up because he got to get on another, "Bus bus! Bus! Bus! Bus!"
We got the bus in to Reykjavik and had to do a switch at the bus station because they needed a small bus to get on to the streets our place was on. Once we got inside, he was deliriously tired, running in the hall he fell and smashed his head and got a nice mark and what looked like a rug burn.
After settling in, Jess suggested that we head to a place that she read about, the Noodle Station. I have to admit, that she is good and tried to find places that will have food for both of us. I'm imagining some kind of Ramen noodle type of place. It was Thai. Jess got some bowl with noodles and veggies and I got some chicken with noodles. I thought the place sucked. It was shitty meat and quite frankly, the guy used all the same stuff to put both of our food in the containers so there is no way she didn't get any meat in hers - at least broth. There had to be some meaty bits too, which must be why she thought the food was awesome. Basically, I go shafted in Chinese food again!
After we ate, we did our usual bedtime routine. I don't know why people do this but they do: who slams doors in fucking hotel/hostel/rental places. Do you think you're the only one here? Have some courtesy - you're not even screaming and yelling drunk, you're just a loud douche bag! Luckily he didn't wake his highness up.
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