It's still amazing how the changes in latitude affect the days. The alarm went off at 0400 but it looked more like 0800. It would figure that our last morning in Iceland was sunny, bright and beautiful. I decided to head down to the 10-11 for some breakfasty-type snacks and some much-needed caffeine. I finally got Liz the “Shrek Nuggets” she had so desired from a couple of nights before. “Shrek Nuggets” were actually a bag of bite-sized cinnamon rolls with a cross-promotional ad for the fourth Shrek movie, so she combined the two. We got our shuttle bus and caught the coach out to Keflavík. An important note is that, while in the airport, we stopped at Duty-Free and picked up a bottle of Brennivín for Liz's dad. More on that later.
We decided that IcelandAir sucks. It just seemed to be a genuine lack of caring, customer service, efficiency, and professionalism, so we were only too happy to disembark in Heathrow. Anyone who complains about security in the US should take at least one trip through London at some point in their lives. While it's FAR more invasive, it's INFINITELY more efficient and was almost pleasant compared to what we would later face at Dulles. After we checked in and checked our bags, we got in the line for the x-ray and I came to a horrifying realization: I still had the pint bottle of Brennivín in my backpack! Clearly, that would exceed the 3oz. limitation at the security checkpoint and we'd lose the bottle, so I panicked. We approached the security person and explained our situation and produced our duty-free receipt for the item and he graciously let us through after examining that the bottle had not been opened. There was the third “oops” of the trip and caused a near rumble between Liz and myself. Clearly, we needed to get home.
The flight from Heathrow to Dulles was pretty uneventful—just excruciatingly long, but delivered us home, which was all that mattered!
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