The only problem with flying in and out of Iceland is that the planes arrive and depart at Godawful times. We had to get up at 4 am to make our flight, and at that hour of the morning the check-in kiosks are not our friends. The Reykjavik systems are particularly gnomic, too. Luckily there is a sad fellowship of travelling sufferers, and a profane Icelandic girl was ahead of me in line. I was able to helpfully point out the Continue button, and she gave me useful tips about how to scan in my passport. Did you know that the F word sounds exactly the same in Icelandic?
However we have arrived safely in London. Here is a picture of me, right now, having lunch in Russell Square!