8 Hours in Reykjavik Airport

(I agreed this ridiculous overnight layover because the ticket was cheap, and I’m a cash-poor, time-rich student. Also, it was in Iceland. If I can’t actually go there, this is the next best thing!)

Have you ever seen an empty airport? It’s eerie. Unlike public spaces such as schools or malls that run on a set schedule, airports are a temporal limbo that shouldn’t belong to any particular time zone. Yet the Reykjavik Ariport had functionally such down by the time I arrived at 11:50 Greenwich Mean Time, and when I took a walk around later, I saw exactly four people around the entire airport.

Also, the sun never set. At its darkest was the ghostly, grey glow of post-twilight. Empty and ghostly, the scene felt very apocalyptic.

On a lighter note, the employees whiz around the airport on scooters. Whee!