Day 12

Waaw, even without the thermo-underwear, this night had been incredibly warm and since we were this time staying in the noisy main building of the hostel, right above the breakfast area, it was a short one as well. After our own breakfast we walked around Reykjavik for a bit, looking for the university building, which was close to us and getting almost blown off the side-walk along the beach. Willem and I ended our stay here by investigating the fika-culture in Iceland and I am happy to report that we approve of it!
To spare that nasty blister, that had transitioned into an open wound already a few days earlier, I was wearing slippers instead of shoes and although I felt a bit like a hobo, knowing that I was heading back to the office three days later and wanting to wear real shoes then, I took my slippers on some fancy-ass bus that took us to the airport and decided to wear them with an attitude.
At the airport, Willem and I were lucky enough to find one remaining possibility to sit next to each other on the flight back, but once we boarded the airplane we found out why those two seats were still left. We were sitting close to an emergency exit, but it did not have any windows in it, so we were crammed in there without any visual connection with the outside world. Our final glance of Iceland was therefore on the in-flight menu. We figured out our order such that we could make optimal use of the last change we had left, only to find out that they only accepted credit cards. So that was one final overpriced consumption for us and more money donated to charity at the airport in Amsterdam.