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last weekend, we traveled to árneshreppur in strandir, west fjords, iceland, europe, northern hemisphere, planet earth …
there was driving & driving & driving & driving & driving on bumpybumpybumpy roads, there was outdoors bathing in midnight sun near the arctic circle, there was a cosy guesthouse, a cosy café, there were ruins, there were sheep galore! there were friendly people & there was gvendarlaug hins góða natural pool
’twas mighty cool
more on flickr:
don’t be just another franchise in the chain of hell
offering people the chance to check in via one of those clever little kiosks you have all over & then having them wait in the same check-in line as the un-checked-in others to hand over baggage, kinda defeats the purpose
asking, 30 mins after planned takeoff, whether everyone is absolutely sure they want to go to riga & not vilnius, hinting that it woulda been an easy mistake to make, as the plane to vilnius looked exactly the same & was sitting at the next gate over, does not inspire great confidence in your (or kastrup’s) abilities to handle the complexities of modern air travel
& running around for 20 more minutes after that with puzzlement & wonder written all over your faces before taking off without any explanation does not add to aforementioned inspirations
greeting dignitaries with temperatures of -14°c, is just not done