Viking stout = definitely top 3 beers of all time. That glacial water…oh man. Fun hanging out with couch surging friends, eating amazing food, listening to jazz, and playfully mourning my failed 360 bike plans as we watched it violently hail from a cozy couch. I’ll hopefully be cycling to just where my head stops on that poster after this messy cold weekend. This. Is. An. Adventure.
Road conditions got bad.
Looks like I’ll be staying in Reykjavik for 2 days, then doing two separate smaller tours, sticking to the lower lands in the South and avoiding the icy passes that got hit recently.
I’ll still see a number of glaciers, beaches, waterfalls, lagoons, volcanoes, etc. now I get to spend more time with my new friends in the capital, too.
Life is an adventure :)
not sure it’s worth the effort.
Trying to figure out getting my bike to the airport when all my rides bailed on me = incredibly stressful.
It looks like I’m bus hopping. Usually not so bad, but here’s how this has to pan out: I have to get my bike on the front bus rack and hope the front clamp goes over my front rack to keep the bike in place. I’ll have. To leave the back panniers on. I’m not too nervous about them falling off, though. They’re good quality. Then I have to lug the bike box and my front panniers on board. I’ll travel on the first bus for half an hour. Then I get off that bus, take everything off, and start the process over again with another bus. Take that bus for about forty minutes to the airport bus. There I can try and figure out if I will disassemble the bike and pack it at that stage so I can throw the whole thing in the under storage, or keep it in pieces and pack it up at the airport terminal.
I’m praying for a Good Samaritan who will kindly be my box lackey for the various transfers. I’m thinking is will happen, as my diminutive lady-ness causes a spring to action, even when I don’t really need it. I’m thinking this will cause a normal (for me) reaction of leaving two hours early in hopes that if there is a glitch, I can have a window of time to scramble everything together, or make an entirely new plan.
God, I get so stressed about flying, up until he point where I’ve made it to the gate. From there, it’s smooth sailing…or flying, as it were. Crashes, terrorists, smelly passengers even don’t cross my mind. I’m always just afraid of getting so close and then being barred from my dream trips. I haven’t flown in over a year and I’ve never flown with a bike, so I’m extra stressed. Add to that having wanted to go to Iceland since I was 14 and we’re entering into some major anxiety-inducing waters. Please keep your fingers crossed for me!
I bought that front rack. The only one left in Durango. Walked in, pointed to it on the wall, and pulled out my card before he even went to get it. I’m going to have multiple slightly empty panniers, but I’d rather be safe with extra space and weight than trying to figure out what to leave behind when I’m jamming everything I need back in. It’s twice as expensive as the one I was going to order from Durango Cyclery, but I just don’t have time now to wait for shipping and this one is better quality anyhow.
Ugh. First World problems or what?
On a different unresolved note, I can’t find my freaking Marmot parka. I’m hurting inside. I love that jacket so much. It’s my AT jacket. I bought a Marmot shell to throw over it just to protect it and keep it going another winter, but now it seems it has become lost in the mess of things. I’ve been housesitting for almost a whole month, moving into a new place, fixing a bike, planning an 800 mile tour in another country, and getting new clients lined up for the summer. My head is a little loose. Still, I so so so rarely lose anything, so I’m really bummed. I hope it turns up somewhere and SOON!
I’ve been stalking Iceland the past week. Looks like there will still be snow on the ground when I get there. Oh well, life is an adventure!