In which there is no talk of London. But there is excessive use of capslock.

Alright. Who wants to talk about London? Well, too bad. First we're going to talk about Iceland and airports and seemingly unending plane rides where it is impossible to sleep because EVERYONE AND THEIR GRANDMOTHER KEEPS WALKING AROUND. WHY CAN'T YOU PEOPLE JUST STAY IN YOUR SEATS FOR FIVE MINUTES!?!

Ahem. Anyway.

So. Because we found a great deal we flew on IcelandAir, which is relatively new to the United States. We left Denver at 5:15pm on Wednesday, May 24th and flew to Reykjavik, Iceland. The flight was 7 hours and 20 minutes. Seven hours. It was about as great as it sounds. I sat in an aisle seat thinking it would let me stretch my legs out every once in a while, but as I calmly mentioned earlier people were walking around the entire flight and managed to brush up against me every time. So, no sleeping. The flight from Iceland to London was about 3 hours, so we got into Heathrow just after 11am.  I was a little cranky. Just a smidge. But whatever, let's not talk about that. Let's look at pictures!

The plane! With individual screens for the in-flight entertainment

Iceland! Well. The airport.

One of the options on the in-flight entertainment is to watch

your progress on a map. It is both mind-numbingly dull and fascinating at the same time.

Do you know how sleep deprived people

chose breakfast in an airport in Iceland? Basically by picking anything they recognize that doesn't involve salmon.

Seriously, Iceland loves it's fish.

Icelandic potato chips and a "Coke Light" - Breakfast of Champions.

Icelandic cheese popcorn and a chocolate muffin.

Breakfast of people sitting next to Champions

This is what I stared blankly at while waiting for the plane.

I was pretty weirded out by the evil looking kid, until I realized it was a picture of someone

diving underwater. I was still pretty weirded out. No idea what it was advertising.