26 Hours of Travelling And Wondering How To Redesign The Plane Interior So Everyone Can Lay Down
Well it’s been like three days since we’ve gotten back from Iceland now and I haven’t gotten around to writing anything because I’ve been either j chillin with people, going down to school to take care of things I definitely should’ve taken care of earlier, or editing Iceland pictures in Lightroom which has just become one of my new hobbies. Iceland itself was an incredible experience though. Rage rider got to drive in another country!!!!! I also realize I’ve never done that blog post rage rider lmao but it’s coming one day I swear it’s a favorite bit of mine. I think it’s worth recapping at least a little of the Iceland trip especially since it was such a big thing I did. Actually, calling this a recap would be widely misleading because this isn’t gonna be a recap but my very short recap of Iceland would be: very cool very beautiful loved it wish I could ball out more on like food and alc but overall loved it.
So the first poignant thing I remember from Iceland is landing and going to the bathroom to brush up and wash our faces since we felt a little gross tbh. I wouldn’t say I always feel gross after a flight but ours was from 6 pm – midnight local time so like by the time we landed in Iceland it was technically night time which def warranted some face and dental hygiene. So anyway, the six of us moved like a pack of lost animals to the first bathroom we could find and I also needed to go to the bathroom so there I was choosing a stall since I never pee in a urinal because they terrify me and my bathroom anxiety would have rather have me stand there for 20 minutes than just pee and leave. So anyway, choosing a stall. I chose a stall and what a warm fuckin welcome from Iceland it turns out the stalls were closed all the way as in there was no like gap at the bottom of the walls you know like where you can see other people’s feet. Turns out whoever designed the bathrooms in the Keflavic airport also had bathroom anxiety because I legit would design my bathroom stalls the same way. No one needs to hear the sound of my pee hitting the water!!!!!! No one needs to know whether I’ve started or stopped peeing yet okay that’s unreasonable. I’d invite someone into my stall if I wanted them to know I was peeing. And I know no one else is really paying attention but all I hear in my head is either the deafening silence of me not being able to pee while I just stand there looking dumb as fuck or how insanely loud my pee is that day as if my body was functioning as a power hose trying to finally get these public bathrooms sparkling and pristine. So basically I was very pleased the minute we stepped off the plane in Iceland because of this very private, soundproof bathroom stall. The trip only went up from there honestly.
Another thing we quickly found out while on our journey of a lifetime was how much sulfur is just floating around in the air and in the water. The only thing this really meant was that it smelled kinda like eggs every now and then when you were around geothermal things or used the tap water lmao. Our first encounter with the sulfur was on the way to the Blue Lagoon and then after we waded in its beautiful and warm waters we realized it was kinda all over us which was a little uncomfortable to say the least. Our Airbnb for the first night also smelled pretty strongly of sulfur after we showered too which was ehh. But Iceland! So exciting, sulfur is only a minor thing. And there are also some positives to it too: when I took a shit in the morning before I showered any possible odor from my shit was masked by the sulfur. No one would ever know I even sat on the toilet while checking snapchat stories from the night before. I remember coming to this conclusion after our second night which was arguably our nicest Airbnb. This was an especially important conclusion for me during the trip because I was always the first one to use the bathroom and shower since I take so damn long to get ready I guess when you total my shower and hair routine etc etc etc. So I was always breaking the bathroom in you know but luckily the sulfur was on my side and did a great job masking anything if there was anything. Lmao at this Iceland trip just being a bunch of revelations regarding bathroom usage.
So anyway, our time in Iceland was coming to an end and we checked into our Airbnb, which was just a hostel/hotel, for the last night. There we were, just having a ball, throwing back a jaegerbomb, and playing some chess when I took over for Priya who had started playing Amar but no longer wanted to play. Still having a ball, I adopted a very odd board and didn’t know what to do with it honestly but I gained an early lead because of its unconventionality lmao but…………………………………….. things took a very sharp turn. Perhaps better described as a sharp point, very similar to a knife. More than similar, exactly like a knife. A knife which stabs you in the back. A knife which prompts some bullshit joke from Caesar like “et tu brute” or something else like that kind of shit but even more painful. I was just enjoying my game of chess with Amar as usual and then suddenly he makes this one move where he took a piece and then, AND THEN, and then he took off the piece he moved and said some bullshit like “oh I’ll just take it off the board since that’s the obvious next move” and proceeded to move one of my pieces to take the piece he just moved and I was like taken aback I guess but just put the pieces back cause I wanted to move the piece myself but you see, it’s like that magician sleight of hand distraction bullshit cause now I was just focused on the piece he moved for me and was so fixated on it that I made the same move he said was the “obvious choice” little did I know that it left my queen open to get taken but under no circumstance did I think he was trying to get my queen because I was so damn fixated on the bishop or whatever the fuck that I just didn’t look at the rest of the board. And then I moved my piece and then he took my queen and, ladies, let me tell you, you could practically see the knife sticking in my back spouting blood all over the fuckin lounge of this hotel bar just fuckin blood everywhere while a very large knife was sitting there in my back. Perhaps even a sword. A sword could maybe properly express the betrayal during that chess game. I ended up losing and Amar said some dumb shit about the Art of War by whoever etc etc etc I am glossing over this because it brings back a lot of……………….. emotion lmao it’s funny but mom is still a little bitter but unfortunately my love is too unconditional, you know we all grapple with these kind of things. Lmao though but also this was a tough paragraph to write and I wrote a lot.
One last story about Iceland though: so my big ass camper backpack that I borrowed my cousin needed to be checked in like I said before cause Wow Air is all about clocking you with some fees. So knowing this, I was prepared to go through it all and hand it over but this time my dumbass forgot to take my hydroflask out of the side pocket of the bag so I gave it to them with an exposed water bottle just asking to get lost in transit after they beat it up. I honestly can’t think of any more disappointing way to lose my hydroflask than through checking in my luggage. Have you ever watched the airport staff handle checked in luggage though? It’s kinda funny I really do think they’re just beating up the luggage while they get it to the plane. Like I may or may not have seen one person kick one onto the conveyor belt. I just sat there in my plane seat in awe like wow, they really fuckin hate that luggage or their job or both. Other times I swear they threw the luggage with so much torque that it spun like 1440 degrees before it landed. The luggage had to be airborne for like a good five seconds before gravity regained dominance but prior to that this airport worker was just unleashing whatever anger they had on the luggage. I imagine there is more that I’m not seeing inside the plane itself like maybe after it travels up the conveyor belt the luggage gets jumped in the plane. I wouldn’t be surprised if I saw that happen honestly. That kick to the luggage though. Iconic.
Lmao so one last thing before I go cause this shit is pretty funny too. I used groupme to text my family while I was in the land of ice just for ease since I didn’t need to download anything else. Little did I know that I would just become an icon and trendsetter for this trip to Vietnam because now my parents have a groupme with my aunts and uncles back home lmao like I did what?????? That. We’ve definitely used a family groupme before but it died but after I resurrected it what happened? It became the hot new wifi based messaging app? That’s exactly it. Viber who???? But even funnier is how my uncle reacted when groupme invited him to download the app so he could join the group my dad made. So I guess groupme doesn’t send invitations to join new groups from the number of the person who made the group which makes enough sense, it’s like an automated message through groupme u kno so they just use some random number. So my uncle got the text that my dad added him to a group but like obv he didn’t have the number saved but being paranoid as fuck he was like is this a scam????? Am I getting scammed????? All my aunts’ and uncles’ absolute distrust of cell phones and the like is so funny like it was just groupme trying to get him to download the app and it even said my dad’s name in the text like my uncle knows who my dad is. He knows his name, I’m so sure. My mom told me the story and honestly I could feel some of the suspicion in her own voice despite having groupme and knowing exactly what it’s like lmao I just think they’re so funny and also terrified of everything which can be exhausting but this was funny. Also I’m an icon. And I don’t know how to tell my uncle but the real scam is capitalism but surely that’s a discussion for another day.
Okay that was fun. As of right now I’m on a flight to Seoul which will eventually get me to Vietnam where I will get to eat so well and also drink beer on my parents’ dime which bumps. This flight is only halfway over and I still have like six hours left I really wanna die but I’ve been doing a lot of creative stuff like lightrom and photobook layout drafts which is cool. My photobook is in the works I’m very excited!!! Okay that’s enough though, especially considering how long this post was. As always, stay tuned for the drama of it all.
Actually as of right now I'm in Vietnam and chillin so more to come sometime soon maybe u kno how it goes though.