Thursday, October 24

Reykjavík → Copenhagen. The airport in Reykjavík feels like a miniature of the shiny parts of Heathrow. Or maybe like Schiphol. You start to wonder if they don’t have a clean-flat-expensive airport assembly line somewhere.

I’m surprised at one point to hear Hungarian. Everything else is pretty much indistinguishable, so far at least.

I’m operating in a near-total vacuum of actual knowledge about any of these cultures. A tourist, in other words, I guess. And who doesn’t hate a tourist?

Could eat several small animals. Here’s a lesson: Don’t travel without snacks.

Earlier: The not-quite-triangle of the wing. The waning moon and Orion, ahead and to our right. The low flat surface of the clouds.

posted February 3, 2014

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