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The 24-hour day loses meaning on transatlantic flights. Meaning loses meaning. It's all a blur after a while.
Technically I landed in Reykjavik, Iceland after the first leg at 2 a.m. When planning the trip a five-hour layover didn't sound bad. I might not have even noticed at first how long. But after falling asleep on the plane and having to be woken up, it started to seem like a long time. I could be sleeping I thought as I spread out on a bench.
But, with all the announcements and maintenance doing loud repairs (I know, wayyyy too early), there was little I could do in that 5 hour layover. I finally had a coffee to kind of reset.
I might have dozed on the second leg, but it was only 3 hours to Stockholm. We landed and I needed brain cells to find my bus ticket saved in my Sweden folder on phone. Phone loading so slowly, I thought I lost the ticket. I bought a new one, hoping to sort this out later, and got going from airport to city center.
Where my friend Ulrika was waiting for me. We managed to meet at the train station and she helped me buy a few groceries by telling me what the packaging said. We ate salad and sandwiches at my hostel a short walk from the station. After catching up a bit, we made plans to see each other in 2 weeks near the end of my trip.
Because my train left at 6:20 the next morning, I decided to sleep in my clothes and only unpack my toiletries. I fell asleep reading in my bunk but woke up around midnight. It's never easy getting over jet lag especially when you have an early morning connection. Here I was in a bed, able to actually lay down and I couldn't go back to sleep. I maybe managed to doze off and on until one of the other bunkers go up and got ready to leave. After he left another guy got up. I skipped my alarm and just got ready too.
Now on 7 hour train ride to Umea I've managed another bit of napping. Hoping tonight to get good rest. Whatever night means in the land of the midnight sun.
Technically I landed in Reykjavik, Iceland after the first leg at 2 a.m. When planning the trip a five-hour layover didn't sound bad. I might not have even noticed at first how long. But after falling asleep on the plane and having to be woken up, it started to seem like a long time. I could be sleeping I thought as I spread out on a bench.
But, with all the announcements and maintenance doing loud repairs (I know, wayyyy too early), there was little I could do in that 5 hour layover. I finally had a coffee to kind of reset.
I might have dozed on the second leg, but it was only 3 hours to Stockholm. We landed and I needed brain cells to find my bus ticket saved in my Sweden folder on phone. Phone loading so slowly, I thought I lost the ticket. I bought a new one, hoping to sort this out later, and got going from airport to city center.
Where my friend Ulrika was waiting for me. We managed to meet at the train station and she helped me buy a few groceries by telling me what the packaging said. We ate salad and sandwiches at my hostel a short walk from the station. After catching up a bit, we made plans to see each other in 2 weeks near the end of my trip.
Because my train left at 6:20 the next morning, I decided to sleep in my clothes and only unpack my toiletries. I fell asleep reading in my bunk but woke up around midnight. It's never easy getting over jet lag especially when you have an early morning connection. Here I was in a bed, able to actually lay down and I couldn't go back to sleep. I maybe managed to doze off and on until one of the other bunkers go up and got ready to leave. After he left another guy got up. I skipped my alarm and just got ready too.
Now on 7 hour train ride to Umea I've managed another bit of napping. Hoping tonight to get good rest. Whatever night means in the land of the midnight sun.
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