Needing a break from what has become an all too mundane Ireland, I found an excuse to take a vacation and spent the better part of yesterday island hopping. How so? Well, I flew from Dublin to London to Reykjavik. It’s too late to make a proper post, so here’s several rough (it’s 4 AM) notes:

• Icelandair is one of the nicer airlines I flew with recently
• they have really fancy inflight touchscreen entertainment systems
• …which are slow
• …and they try to charge you 10 quid for watching the feature films (the TV documentaries are free)
• …if you open the plastic seal from the headphones, it costs you 3 quid (NOT COOL. Bring your own)
• there’s an USB port next to the screen. Judging from the inflight magazine, it’s for some sort of game controller. I wonder what else you can do with it.
• getting drunk on a plane is even better than getting drunk on the train
• Iceland seems to have a law that requires all women to be exceedingly blonde and cute
• somewhat related, hot eastern european women seem to have jobs here that require them to be in hotel lounges at 3 AM, accompanied by their large, humorless male friends (the kind that you mentally nickname as “Bruno”)
• everybody in Iceland seems to speak English (it’s like having a Netherlands flashback)
• even though I haven’t seen much (besides the bus trip from Keflavik to my hotel in downtown Reykjavik), I have an overwhelming feeling that I’ve been here before. It’s really weird.