Last night, we ate out in Reykjavík, at a three-storey pizza house. To end my Icelandic culinary mission, I had a snail pizza, which was actually surprisingly nice. We returned to the Hotel Cabín, to our separate twin rooms (which unlike the third floor rooms on our arrival, were now on the sixth floor, with widescreen TV and fancy tiled bi-colour bathrooms.Waking up the next morning, we had a leisurely breakfast, said goodbye to John (who had a two day journey with the van and my rock samples to catch his ferry up in the northeast), and then wandered
round the city. Bumped into Issy, who returned with us on the same flight, and then got back in time to catch our 12:00 bus from the hotel to Keflavik Airport. The journey back was uneventful - we had a good tailwind, and so despite leaving half an hour late we arrived at Stansted five minutes early. Catching our mammoth taxi back to Cambridge, I spent the night at Dan and Indira's, before heading home the following afternoon. A great end to a perfect trip, and a great start to what I hope will be a fantastic PhD.
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