If you gazed up, you'd see snowflakes dancing, twirling around in circles, before landing on the window
‘We are heading to Half-naf-jor-dour?’ I said with uncertainty as we stepped inside the bus. I spent hours watching videos before the trip so I could pronounce it right but I still managed to sound stupid.
‘Hafnarfjörður. Yes, this is the right bus.’ The driver understood me. Phew. 😅
All the overhead compartments were full, so we had to put our bags on our laps. There was nothing but the sound of the radio and the noise of the engine in the background.
Groggy from the lack of sleep, I leaned my head on the window. The time on the clock said it was 8:27 in the morning, but it felt more like it was 8:27 at night. Peering outside, all I saw was pitch darkness and the occasional muted glow of a street lamp. If you gazed up, you’d see snowflakes dancing, twirling around in circles, before landing on the window.
Jeremie rested his head on top of his backpack. He looked tired and had his eyes closed. I don’t blame him. We’d been in transit for almost an entire day and were sleep-deprived. As much as I wanted to close my eyes, one of us had to look out for the Viking hotel sign (no actual Vikings were visible though) which was the landmark closest to the Airbnb we rented.
The bus driver was kind enough to tell us that we had arrived at our stop. I think he felt sorry for me after hearing me struggle with saying the name of the town.
One thing I did not expect was the sidewalk to be slippery. We had trouble walking straight on the melted ice despite wearing hiking shoes. So we did our best, laughing our way home as we balanced our bodies by raising both arms to the sides as though walking on a tightrope. From time to time, cursing when we slipped.
Fortunately, we reached the house unharmed. Red corrugated steel cladding covered the outside of the house. We briefly met one of the guests who was also staying in the same home and showed us our room. Óskar, our host, was still asleep so we did not bother to wake him.
We peeled our layers of clothing, put on our pajamas, and fell into the bed as it sucked our last remaining energy.
When I came back to Earth, the sun had begun to rise though it was still dark. My body told me to go back to sleep because it was still 6 AM but my gut told me to reach for my phone.
Oh yeah, we’re not in San Francisco anymore.
My brain sometimes forgets where I am when I lack sleep. Like the time when we arrived in Hong Kong, all the buses and train stations were out of service. We slept at the airport because we didn’t want to spend money on a taxi. Then, we spent the entire day walking around the city until our eyes became heavy. We had no choice but to retreat to our hostel. When I woke up, I was sure I was back home in my bed in Cebu, so I got confused about why the windows looked different. It took me about a minute to snap out of that confusion.
Feeling thirsty, I tiptoed down the stairs (hoping nobody was there) to get some water. Small figurines lined the edges of the steps. A red lamp gave the room a surreal and warm feeling. It reminded me of Sunday mornings back home in Cebu. But I’m not entirely sure why.
Halfway down the stairs, I heard a slow and steady snoring in the living room. Is there someone sleeping on the couch? I quietly finished the rest of the steps and took a peek into the living room.
Since we chose a home that’s outside the city, we had to take a bus to get to downtown Reykjavík. We found lots of little shops, cafes, and Christmas lights decorating the streets. It resembled a cozy Christmas town.
For lunch, we tasted Icelandic food at a restaurant called Cafe Loki. My mashed fish was good, but the serving was too much for me.
With no other plans, we wandered around the streets of downtown Reykjavík. Our night ended with a lovely hot chocolate. A perfect way to end the day.