We all woke up earlier than we had planned due to the high winds and hail hitting our hotel windows! After hearing that and all being awake, we decided it couldn't hurt to get on the road an hour earlier than planned to head back to the airport. Well we got on the road and within half an hour could not even see the road; such strong winds and snow made it a complete constant whiteout. We were all looking for the road markers to just move a tiny bit at a time. When we got to a pullout near a familiar waterfall, we pulled over for a bit to calm our nerves and take a break to try and let the storm pass. Meanwhile both aaron and I had been checking our phones for road conditions and it seemed that the road was closed up ahead for quite a ways. We started driving again and figured we would try to make it to a gas station 75 kms away and fill up and wait for the road to open. Good thing we left early. We made it to the base station but there was so much snow that we had to wait for a massive back hoe to plow the entry and area by the gas pumps. Finally just as our empty tank light turned on we were able to fill up. Switched drivers and off we went. At this point the blowing had started to calm down a little bit, not much but from 25 meters per second to 19! So visibility was a bit better... mind you this is still close to 50mph winds. Forecasted up ahead of us were 55 meters per second, over 100mph. We pushed through it and our trusty little Suzuki made it. We are constantly checking the road conditions here on the Iceland road website and when we refreshed this morning, all the roads we were going on had question marks, which means unknown conditions. As we started driving, that change to difficult conditions, impassable, and closed. The route to the airport was closed. We were hoping that it would open by the time we got to that part as we were driving slowly and already it was getting to close for our flight time. When we arrived at the closed section of the main road, we looked at google maps and decided that we could try to go around as it didn't seem as if the road would open anytime soon. So we decided to detour and take a more southern route. This road was a small road and only one lane had been plowed already... we drove down it for a while, made a left hand turn and continued to the coast. When we got to the roundabout to continue on the road, it was completely filled with massive amounts of snow, a plow, and the road we were supposed to take, that on the map was difficult conditions but not closed, it was completely impassable with two feet of snow. Luckily there was a plow at the roundabout so he was able to clear a path for us to turn around! At this point, we all said to each other, we're going to miss our flight. So we turn around and get to the turn in the road that we were at before, this time some road safety workers were outside (they had shoveled the signs out as we drove past them before) and we rolled down our windows and said we're trying to get to Keflavik! He said, the plow just went through this other way towards route 1, follow it but stay behind the plow. And wow, were we lucky. We did eventually catch up with the plow, but had we not made this little detour, the other road is still currently closed hours later. As we kept getting closer and closer, we all get nervous and anxious. The snow was really deep everywhere and there is absolutely no way we would have made it if we were not behind the plow. We were the second car through, besides for a bus, to make it through the closed road. When we got closed to Reykjavik, we just kept seeing cars off the road, cars piled with feet of snow. This was a massive storm in this region. We had no snow when we left Vik and a few hours later, feet of snow! It was almost 11 am, our flight to Oslo was leaving at noon. We were still 20 minutes from the airport... we concocted a plan that one of us would go to the check in counter to keep the woman there while I had time to find my duffel, and one of us would go return the car, ten minutes away. We had a lot to do and no time. Aaron went to check in and held the woman there as long as he could, andy returned the car, and I went to baggage area where the line was almost out the door. I almost lost it. I ran up to the front and these incredibly rude Germans did not want to even let me get by to talk to the woman. When I explained that my flight closed for bags in three minutes, they still did not let me. I stood there anyway and the process was so slow. Finally a woman came out and I quickly asked her if she had my bag and she said, oh yes, meet me by the doors! Whooppie! A few minutes later she came out with my duffel! Yay!! And I grabbed it and ran to the departures area to drop off the bag. I quickly grabbed my contacts and some face cream out and really wanted to get underwear socks and my snow boots, but I didn't have time. She had to take my duffel. I am crossing my fingers it is on this plane.
I still wasn't convinced we were going to make the flight. We ran to security just as our plane started to board. Security was efficient but slow and of course Aarons bag was flagged and had to be quickly checked by hand! We told Andy to run ahead to our gate and have them hold them plane for us! Luckily it didn't take too long for his bag, and Aaron and I ran through the duty free shop, which is huge and you have to go through it to get to the gates. We were worried that passport control would be quite long too. So we kept running. Little did we know that because we are flying Europe to Europe, we didn't have to go through passport control! Lucky us. We got to the gate and thankfully, everyone was moving slowly today and there was a little line to board. None of us can believe that we actually made this flight. We didn't fill up the rental car with gas, none of us had time to pee, couldn't fill up our water bottles, we all smell like sweat and anxiousness, but we are on the flight! Currently it's the first of three flights today. We are headed to Oslo first, where we will pick up our bags and go through customs. I will know if my bag made it or not there and then hopefully the next two flights will be smooth. They are relatively short flights, an hour and a half and 25 minutes, respectively, on tiny planes!
I cannot wait for a shower and clean clothes!
Oslo was a very nice airport and in the middle of a large remodel. When we landed, we had to get our bags (all arrived!), go through customs, and then go upstairs to departures and proceed through security again. Ugh! Everyone is very nice so far and everyone speaks English. For some strange reason I feel very insecure when I ask about a city in Norway as I am sure I'm completely messing it up. The language is very hard and thank you is the only word that I know. We have a long layover in Oslo on the way home, so we may be able to explore a bit more. Our passports or ID have not been looked at once so far today. No one has asked. Even through security, we didn't even have to show our tickets. It feels so odd. However, we all had to take our cameras out of our bags for security. What a pita. When you travel with six cameras, and at least 15 lenses between us all, that is not fun. The only camera I didn't take out, because I forgot, was the GoPro! Also, Everyone I have encountered is incredibly good looking. Even our male flight attendant on our flight from Oslo to Bodo was very good looking and tall. I feel very short here!
We are about to board our tiny prop plane for the last leg of the trip! We're ready!







