Day 1 into 2

We’ve been on a flying metal tube for longer than I care to be. You know it's a bad sign when you arrive at an airport and you see a lot of people sleeping on the bare floor and on the benches.  They arrive the nigh before and for whatever reason, there was no way from them to continue. 

The airport at Keflavik was gross, someone took a shit all over the front of one of the toilets, and it was all over the floor. Eeeeewwwww!!!

Icelandair planes suck the worst of long haul, and are Spirit Style narrow, hard seating with no leg

room. KEF airport, or at least Icelandair didn’t know how to board planes; it was a total cattle call. All rows at a time. It took forever! MSP is far more organized  To add to the joy, they were 3 hours late.  Icelanders still have no idea on how to do customer service or people moving.

We made it to Glasgow. Holy Moly! Restaurants are pricey in the city center! We went walking after

check in, and found a local pub: Lord Nelson’s. I got to have my first Strongbow Dark Fruit. Total

yummo. One of the locals bought us a haggis from the fish and chip shop across the street, just to be a

nice guy. Boo loves haggis.

Hey! giant butt plugs!

We’re totally zotzed, had little to no sleep.

Diane took all the pictures this day.

Met the nice man who bought us a haggis.