Holiday from hell

Escaping winter

Iceland is a cold and windy place during the winter and although most of us here endure through it some of us dream of leaving and spending some time in a tropical paradise. That's what my family decided on but ultimately, looking back,  our holiday was probably never ment to be, due to a series of unfortunate events. This is our story.

 It didn‘t start off well that dreary Monday morning, we were gonna wake up at 5 am but overslept and didn‘t depart until 6 am. Subsequently our drive to the airport was a hasty one. When we got to the airport we were astounded to find the terminal swarming with people, it was so densely populated it looked like a wal mart on black Friday. We were already 1 hour behind schedule so this was a grim sight to behold.

Through our resolve we managed to cheat our way into the front of the line while bombarded with grunts from some other people in the line.  One angry man commenced pushing us out of the line but after explaining our situation and offering him a little compensation he agreed to let us stay where we were. We finally get to the check in and despite us being very late the cashier(for lack of a better word) was very accomodating and hurried with our check in. Everything was finally going accordingly to plan, that is, until we tried to go through the security check. I go first and get through just fine but then it‘s time for my mother. Knowing how forgetful my mother is i was not surprised when security had to take her aside to pat her down when the metal detector sounded the alarm. After 20 minutes of trying to find out what it was that caused the alarm, we finally found out that her t shirt had a little steel pin on it. At that point we were all pretty  exasperated but my father rallied the troops and got us to hurry to our gate, we could still catch our flight! This airport was not a straightforward one, but despite that my father navigated the halls like he knew them like the back of his hand and we were all very impressed.  But it was all too good to be true, when we finally arrive at the gate we come to the horrible realization that my dad had taken us to gate 31 instead of 13. After asking an employee at the airport he told us that gate 13 was on the othe side of the airport  and after hearing that we realised our vacation had slipped from our hands.

Yet another december spent in the cold icelandic weather because of a vacation from hell that didn‘t even last out of the airport and needless to say everyone was very dissapointed and no one trusted my dads navigating skills for a while after!