for the record
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No flights went out of Ísafjörður yesterday either. The woman from Heydalur, whose name the Internet tells me is Stella, was absolutely correct when she told us to start driving.
I don’t know if any flights went out today either. We’d’ve been stuck. Driving was absolutely the right thing to do, and she was also correct in predicting that the conditions were worsening in the north even as they began to ease in the south.
She didn’t have to do that; she just came around to the various tables of the parties who were staying at her resort the night before, and asked each of us what our plans were for the following day and advised us of what she thought would happen, and then checked in with us again in the morning and made sure we had the correct directions.
She’s from Reykjavik originally, not a native of the Westfjords, and she and her husband have been running that hotel since 2000, so very obviously, she’s seen pretty much all that can go wrong. I don’t know if we can possibly appreciate her enough.
She also asked us when we left if we could send her a message once we’d made it over the mountains, because she’d worry. It was one of the first things Dude did when we made it to the guesthouse in Bú∂ardalur– as we sat in the lobby, he got on the wifi and emailed her. She wrote back immediately to thank him.
Anyway. Dude said that the trip insurance ought to cover the extra cost of the rental car, but then I wondered if the cancelled flights’ refund wouldn’t be more anyway? So he’ll have to look at that. I don’t actually know how much any of the trip cost.
It was kind of funny, he did literally all of the researching, and then I did all of the doing, and that was how it worked. It’s fine, I hate researching and logistics, and he winds up acting kind of a martyr when he has to drive a lot. Next time, I think, we should have him research how much it costs to put two people onto the rental agreement. We wouldn’t have thought to this time, though, because we were only expecting to drive an hour and a half to Heydalur, and then the same distance back.
I think I’m glad I was doing the driving. Z’s a fine driver, and competent, and more cautious than me, but I’m probably a more obnoxious passenger and backseat driver, and probably would have had far too much advice to give him. He only made horrified noises on three occasions (only one of which was unhelpful; I’d struck a curb and couldn’t tell if the car had made a bad noise, or him). And it was good to not be a passive just-along-for-the-ride sort all the time.
He did say at one point that there weren’t a lot of people who would have enjoyed this vacation, and he was glad I was, and I said it was more the company I was enjoying and could have enjoyed myself most anywhere, and that’s about as sappy as the two of us get. It was objectively a cool place to be, though.
No flights went out of Ísafjörður yesterday either. The woman from Heydalur, whose name the Internet tells me is Stella, was absolutely correct when she told us to start driving.
I don’t know if any flights went out today either. We’d’ve been stuck. Driving was absolutely the right thing to do, and she was also correct in predicting that the conditions were worsening in the north even as they began to ease in the south.
She didn’t have to do that; she just came around to the various tables of the parties who were staying at her resort the night before, and asked each of us what our plans were for the following day and advised us of what she thought would happen, and then checked in with us again in the morning and made sure we had the correct directions.
She’s from Reykjavik originally, not a native of the Westfjords, and she and her husband have been running that hotel since 2000, so very obviously, she’s seen pretty much all that can go wrong. I don’t know if we can possibly appreciate her enough.
She also asked us when we left if we could send her a message once we’d made it over the mountains, because she’d worry. It was one of the first things Dude did when we made it to the guesthouse in Bú∂ardalur– as we sat in the lobby, he got on the wifi and emailed her. She wrote back immediately to thank him.
Anyway. Dude said that the trip insurance ought to cover the extra cost of the rental car, but then I wondered if the cancelled flights’ refund wouldn’t be more anyway? So he’ll have to look at that. I don’t actually know how much any of the trip cost.
It was kind of funny, he did literally all of the researching, and then I did all of the doing, and that was how it worked. It’s fine, I hate researching and logistics, and he winds up acting kind of a martyr when he has to drive a lot. Next time, I think, we should have him research how much it costs to put two people onto the rental agreement. We wouldn’t have thought to this time, though, because we were only expecting to drive an hour and a half to Heydalur, and then the same distance back.
I think I’m glad I was doing the driving. Z’s a fine driver, and competent, and more cautious than me, but I’m probably a more obnoxious passenger and backseat driver, and probably would have had far too much advice to give him. He only made horrified noises on three occasions (only one of which was unhelpful; I’d struck a curb and couldn’t tell if the car had made a bad noise, or him). And it was good to not be a passive just-along-for-the-ride sort all the time.
He did say at one point that there weren’t a lot of people who would have enjoyed this vacation, and he was glad I was, and I said it was more the company I was enjoying and could have enjoyed myself most anywhere, and that’s about as sappy as the two of us get. It was objectively a cool place to be, though.
