Travel blog written on a phone in the back of a campervan so I’ll keep it short.

Train out of London 9:05. Back to the car park to pick up my luggage and then back to the airport – on the fifth bus! The first four were three drop-off only and one pick-up bus that was too full to stop. Bearing in mind I had to get the bus to South Terminal, the monorail to North, check in an enormous bag before going through security and time was ticking, I was grumpy about this. Step out in front of the bus until it lets me on, that kind of grumpy.
I finished at check in by 11:01, after waiting around ten minutes – everyone in front of me was slow! On the other hand, I got to, though and out of security in three minutes flat (thank you, fast track!) then I had 55 minutes to wait for gate announcement. Naturally it was at the other end of the airport.

Flight was uneventful except that it was too cloudy over Reykjanes to know if we even went over the volcano. Luggage was waiting for me as I approached with my trolley – actually, I had to run before it got away.
Van pickup required me to go to the rental care shuttle point even though Go wasn’t on the board. We were shuttled down to the office and then… things were slow.

I drove my van past the eruption, stopped at a handy place on the old road that’s now a scraped-out car park for curious tourists, continued along the south coast, saw the volcano erupting on the horizon (including orange fire!) as I approached the Fagradalsfjall car park. Onwards to Hveragerði for food shopping and then another hour to Geysir, all the better to see geysers without the bus loads of tourists.