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The airport is just as we remember it from previous trips: modern and inspiring. We are surrounded by tall, beautiful people speaking unintelligibly, wander through tilting stone and glass terminals to customs and passport control, and enter the European Union.

Actually, it's not the European Union but the "Wengen" group of countries, who seem to have a customs agreement. The customs security personnel look impossibly young to have any responsibility, suggesting that I’ve become impossibly old. We buy bottled water on a credit card (still have no idea what Iceland uses for currency) and board a flight to Amsterdam.

Our seats are slighly further from the toilets. We fall asleep yet again.

written by

roel krabbendam on May 24, 2007 from Reykjavik, Iceland

from the travel blog: Heaven

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