Planes, Trains, and Iceland

Iceland is just as I thought it would be: flat, dark, and riddled with airport equipment.

My flight to Frankfurt was interrupted due to a medical emergency. Someone (apparently in first class) had to be evacuated from the aircraft. Unfortunately, the Atlantic is made of water. But Iceland is not. It is a land mass. So we stopped there. I think this was about 8 hours into what should have been a 10 hour flight.

I had chosen my flight based on the fact that I would have plenty of time to catch my connecting flight to Edinburgh. I didn't want to have to rush at the Frankfurt Airport since that's in Germany, where they speak an unintelligible form of English called German. I don't speak it.

The Iceland detour caused basically everybody to miss their connections. The scene at Frankfurt was hectic. Eventually, however, I was put on a Lufthansa flight to Heathrow and a BMI flight to Edinburgh. Woohoo Star Alliance. In the end, my trip took about 24 hours instead of 14. But it was definitely worth it. After all, I got to see the famous Icelandic airport night shift workers in action.