Reykjavik 2020

Coming towards the end of a turbulent and uneasy UK lockdown on a humid June evening, James rushes towards his mobile and opens up the warrior's chat... "Guys my friend has donated a couple of tickets to Iceland! Shall we take them?!"... Well, I wouldn't have made a whole wiki page on Iceland if we had not would I?

DAY 1

Not much choice was given regarding our flight tickets - another dreaded 6am flight, meaning for another sleepless night for us. Fortunately transport to the airport was smooth, Zain and Raphael were being driven by Raphael's mum as was James by his dad.

Ludicrous Luton

James had arrived at Luton in good time, bang on 4am as planned. It was so simple, he would wait around for the other two as his internet data was out for a bizarre reason... he momentarily thought the police was trying to stop him leaving the country. It quickly progressed from 4:15, 4:20 and then 4:30. Among scouting out the hot Arab and Slavic chicks on their way abroad, he darted outside to the drop off area 5x in a desperate bid to somehow locate Raphael and Zain. How hard could it be? A bald guy and then a tall brown dude with a beard... then BOOM there they came scrolling as if security checks don't exist. After some blame ping-pong, they made their way towards the terminal building but not before James whipped out another surprise that he had in mind.

James: Guys what are we missing do you think?

Raphael: Wait, what are you doing I don't like this...

James: Well we're all missing something. Zain open my bag please and take out the white bundle.

James had secretly made some custom t-shirts for our trip that included our embarrassing mugs on the front of each of our tshirts and our previous 'tours' as if we were going on the stag-do of our lives. Needless to say, now in happy and excited spirit we continued our way through the miserable and barren airport that was Luton to our flight in good time.

Des-pa-cito

After a smooth and relatively quick flight towards Iceland, we began our descent through the thick morning fog when 30 seconds before touchdown we saw the bareen Icelandic landscape in view. It was like nowhere we had ever been before. Off the flight in straight into duty-free, Raphael got some stick for not knowing how to put on a glove and James was told to go back and put his gloves on by a needy security guy with a lust for licorice.