We drove south on Tuesday. It was the first time I had ever had to navigate around Reykjavik, and we only got lost once - I am rather impressed with myself. The key thing seems to be: don't look at a map and try to remember street names, as those are almost never visible. All the signs for the exits just have suburb names on them, so you need to know where you want to end up, and then wait for that to show up on a sign.
It's quite hilarious that I get so stressed out driving in the 'big city'. I used to drive in Perth all the time, and now I freak out when I have to negotiate Reykjavik traffic. Oh no, I think I have to merge - what do I dooooo? Augh! TRAFFIC LIGHTS! Everyone panic!
Anyway, we made it to my aunt Matthildur's house, and she took good care of us. She made us a lovely dinner of spaghetti bolognese, which Henry devoured enthusiastically:
|He got the hang of it really quickly - innate spaghetti skills.|
The flight on Wednesday was beautifully uneventful. Keflavik airport does indeed have courtesy strollers, which I spotted just as my poor weak arms were about to give up in the check in queue. The flight itself was fine, and Henry was great! He slept for the first couple of hours, then played quietly for the next hour (hooray for new and novel toys!), and THEN it turned out that Vicki and I had both miscalculated the time difference, so the flight was an HOUR shorter than we thought! It was the best.
There were no problems with the landing, Henry didn't even seem to notice the pressure difference - I did get him to drink for most of the way down, so I think that helped a lot.
Copenhagen itself was good. The weather was beautiful, just nice and mild and sunny for the most part. Our hotel was nice, and came with breakfast and dinner included - it was awesome to not have to leave the building to get food for Henry.
My conversations with the stroller hire lady didn't come to anything, so I carried him in the moby, which was mostly okay. He gets pretty heavy after a while, but we didn't really do much shopping, just walked around and looked at the nice buildings.
The interview at the embassy was fine, there were a couple of things that needed to be changed on the form, so I guess it was worth the trip? The lady said the passports would probably arrive before the end of the month - yay for that!
Friday we just headed for the airport via the main shopping street - and we found a collapsible stroller! We had been looking to get one, but I had no idea where you'd buy them, aside from specialised baby shops... It turns out there's at least one pharmacy type shop in the middle of Copenhagen that sells them, so keep that in mind for future reference.
Our trip home was okay, although Henry had a catnap just before the flight so he didn't sleep at all on the plane. I got a bit worried about it, but it turned out fine - he had a great time looking at new toys and listening to music.
|First Henry has a turn...|
|... then the monkey gets a turn. Sharing is caring.|
After that came more slightly harrowing driving to and around Reykjavik, and Henry and I stayed the night at my uncle Helgi's house. Again, we were really well looked after, had some yummy food and Henry even scored a little blue wagon from my cousin Gunni's kids.
Kristinn arrived early Saturday morning, then we all drove north after lunch. It took aaaages, I think Henry had finally had enough of all the travelling... We had to stop quite a few times just to let him out of the carseat, but we finally made it to Sauðárkrókur around five.
Ross was very pleased to see us, and it felt super good to be home. Henry remained a bit out of sorts for a day or so, but he seems to be back to his normal cheerful self today. I'm really proud of how well he did with all the moving about and changes to his routine - he has been such a little trooper.
It definitely makes me feel better about the Australia trip, I reckon he'll adapt to everything and have an awesome time. So exciting, only two months until we leave!! Eeeeeeee!