I wish I could say the day started with a bang, but I must admit the holiday vibes had not settled upon me yet. Like any other weekday, I dragged myself out of bed, amid reminders of showering and packing from my parents. The hours ticked by, consisting of hasty packing and hurriedly flinging possessions all over the place. After what seemed like a lifetime, I found myself in our car for the two-hour drive to Luton Airport. Upon reaching, we completed all the regular procedures (checking in and security) and boarded the plane. One look at my parents told me they were in high hopes for our trip. Lots of smiling; lots of laughing accompanied the three-hour journey to Keflavik Airport, but we were in for a horrendous surprise. After reaching, we were told that due to impressive wind speeds of 100 km/h we would have to wait on board! Albeit much moaning, sighing, and shortage of snacks, we finally got off the plane after 1½ hours. Lost in a new atmosphere, we reached our hotel after another six hours and tucked into delicious Icelandic Domino’s pizza! As expected, we dropped into a deep sleep not to be disturbed…
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