Our trip to Iceland at the beginning of October started with some uncertainty as, on September 12, the Icelandair mechanics had voted to go on strike starting September 23. This caused me to cancel my apartment booking, because the cancellation-for-full-refund deadline was September 16. I booked a different, less desirable to us, apartment that had a cancellation deadline of September 25. Then we checked the news every day for updates on the strike. The strike began as scheduled on the 23rd, but later that day, we heard that the strike had been postponed for a month. Yay! Our trip was going to be a go!
I immediately tried to rebook our original apartment, sending a message along with the booking request, stating that we were so happy that the strike was postponed, and we hoped we would be able to rebook. The owner messaged back saying, “No need to rebook. As far as I’m concerned, our original agreement still stands.” Okay. But the booking site didn’t know that. She asked me to give her my email address so she could send me all the checkin details and information about the place. I did so, and she sent me very detailed information. Still, it was strange, and I wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t want to insist that we go through the site, as I really preferred this apartment (4th floor, harbour view) to our other booking (basement on busy street), and I didn’t want to seem overly demanding. The owner had great reviews, and upon consideration, I decided that the only thing we were risking was arriving in Iceland with no place to stay and having to take something less desirable and/or more expensive last-minute. Really, the owner was risking more, as she hadn’t asked for prepayment or anything. So we decided to go for it, and we cancelled our other booking.
Day 1 - Reykjavik
We flew from Calgary to Toronto and had a 2-hour layover at Pearson airport, which we needed, since the Icelandair gates turned out to be at a strange little satellite terminal that we had to get to by shuttle bus. We then had a 5-hour flight to Reykjavik. Arrival was smooth and uneventful, and we were soon on the Flybus, heading for downtown. After a bus change at the BSI, we were dropped off at the bus stop nearest our apartment, which turned out to be very close to the stop, just across a side street. Since we had such an early arrival, we had booked for the night before and were able to check right in. We followed the owner’s instructions for getting into the building and the apartment, and it all worked perfectly. We were greeted by a terrific apartment that would be our home for the next 8 nights. After dropping off our luggage, we went to the wonderful bakery right downstairs, Bernhofts Bakery, Iceland’s oldest, and bought some bread and treats.
After a nap, we walked along the harbour, heading for the Phallalogical (Penis) Museum. That was fun, and there was surprisingly a lot more to it than I expected. [That’s what she said.] Did you know that the majority of mammals have a baculum or penis bone, whereas humans do not, in spite of our use of the term, boner? Anyway, these were usually removed from skeletons in museums, due to prudishness, but there are plenty on display in the Penis Museum, from tiny (e.g. from mice) to enormous (e.g. from whales). There are also penis castings, as well as information about penises and displays about penises in popular culture. (I wonder if I now hold the record for the most uses of the word, penis, in a post on the Rick Steves forums.) After the museum, we decided to search out lunch and came across one of the famous Baejarins Beztu Pylsur stands. We lined up to buy our hot dogs and ordered them with everything, which is supposedly the “correct” way to eat them. I can’t say I enjoyed it. One of the sauces (mustard?) had a sweet taste that I didn’t like. And, that evening, I had food poisoning, although my husband did not, so I don’t know. Anyway, I wouldn’t have pylsur again.
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