Reykjavik Airport postcard: April 13
Landing here in winter is like entering an odd no-man’s land, a netherworld of lost souls. White fog obscures the horizon in all directions. Every inch of the ground, save the runway, is covered in wet snow. One can’t glimpse any other buildings, not even a road leaving the compound. It is, in a pleasing, lonely way, like a terminal in purgatory. Inside the terminal is a modern, clean well-lighted place, with the floors occasionally made of wood, a nice touch that adds some warmth to the place. It’s funny that here they have a large, walk-in theatre, showing some truly beautiful pictures of Iceland in the summer. It’s almost as if they want to reassure us travelers that there really is a world out there, beyond the fog.
