Iceland Information
| Farewell |
Iceland Information |
| It was right before midnight when I returned to my hostel
room. I was the last one. Everyone was sleeping. I sneaked in, packed up
my luggage as gently as possible, set the alarm clock, and climbed up the
bunk. The last thing I remembered was the dim light out of the window.
I literally jumped when waking up again. It was 5:32AM. The
bus I reserved
to airport was supposed to pick me up at 5:30AM. I rushed down, only to
see it ride away. I was desperate. It was the only bus by which I could
reach the airport on time. The receptionist, the only person who witnessed
my rush and my desperation, provided the most cherished suggestion I could
remember. "Wait, you still got chance. That bus will go to some other hotels
to pick up people before it set off for the airport. Do you want to me
to call a taxi for you to run after the bus?" That was the last story of my
stay in Iceland: a taxi-bus chase. By the way, the taxi only cost me $10
or so, much cheaper than I had expected. Probably I should reconsider the
unjust accusation I imposed on Iceland: its high expense. Things are
of reasonable price, more or less.
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