A day earlier than expected, but I’ll promise to properly enjoy Icelandic hospitality at a later date. A ninety minute stopover is not enough. Though I got to sample the local flatbread in the Keflavik cafeteria, and that was indeed an excellent breakfast when comboed with smoked lamb and a frosty coke.
With less luggage than expected, but SAS promised to deliver them as soon as they get here from Copenhagen. Got paged at an airport for the first time ever, and that conveniently cut down the time of unnecessary waiting at the carousel.
With the amount of sleeping in planes as expected. Ie. close to zero. Catnapped a while on the Boston-Reykjavik leg, but that does not qualify as restful sleep. Had an intrusive neighbor, otherwise the seat was excellent – you can’t really disrespect an exit row seat on a transatlantic crossing.
With way less queuing than expected. Logan had a humongous security check line (easily 100+ meters), so decided to have dinner on the landside. Which turned out to be a decent choice indeed – as the queue had vanished by the time the clam sandwich and the last Sam Adams had, as well.