Okay. Iceland=*so* not awesome. I'm cold, and tired, and I've spend the better part of the last two days in tears. Let me recap.
Monday night: get to Iceland. Realize at airport that we have no way of contacting landlord and thus have to shell out over $100cdn (7500kr) to stay in a B&B for the night. Call home and cry to mom and sister about how much I miss them already.
Tuesday Morning: get a hold of landlord-things are looking up. He will meet us at Reykjavik bus terminal. Take bus from Keflavik (airport city) to Reykjavik. Iceland looks a LOT like the Highlands of Scotland, except with less mountain. Get picked up at bus terminal by landlord-shows us two apartments. First one-basement, very low ceilings, small and hot and cramped. Denied. Second one, ostensibly the one we were supposed to be getting in the first place-took it because anything was better than the first one. Turns out that the promised "3 bedroom apartment" is "an 8x10 room with 2 twin beds and a shared common area and kitchen with two old people".
Faery is NOT amused. Cry to Viking about how much I hate Iceland and how I want to go home NOW. Viking surprises Faery-he says that if that is what I really want, then we'll go. Have a 4-hour nap.
Tuesday Afternoon/Night:Pick up a few groceries at our local Bonus and come home. Meet Old Person #1-Jon (pronounced 'yawn'). Seems like a nice guy-is only here part time. Watch some TV. Talk on Skype. Blog. Cry about how much I miss home.
*sighs* This trip has gotta get better *fast*, or I'm gonna be back in Canada-with or without the DH-before the end of September.
Oh, and did I mention that we don't have our visa's yet?
1 comment:
Okay, you must be absolutely furious. After reading Jim's lj post, I bet that you are up to apocalyptical by now. But you can't stop now. Things are so buggered up that nobody with responsibility (like the embassy, the school, etc.), can let this continue. One of you can at least get a job under-the-table at a restaurant or something, probably. Or you can find a hostel for backpackers and set up there if the apartment gets any worse. There might even be an Iceland YMCA - that's fun to stay at. Just keep a cool demeanor and you will at least get home in one piece (and not too bankrupt). Definitely find out from the Canadian consulate what you should do, though, if the school proves unhelpful.
It's always better to laugh than to cry...
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