hidden people

accomodation review: london stansted airport. safety factor: surprisingly high, because about five hundred people a night are as cheap as i am and decide they would rather sleep on cold tile in a brightly lit building than pay for a hotel. comfort factor: low. there is no carpet in the waiting area. i could choose between a chair and the floor. i decided on floor. sometime in the middle of the night i woke up cold, sore, and smelling something sour. the sour smell turned out to be whiskey, spilled by the nice kids from seattle sleeping next to me. the cleaning people made us move, so i tried the chairs, but even at four in the morning people like to talk on their cellphones really loudly in spanish. so i gave up on sleep and read the quiet american.

from what people said about them, i expected ryanair planes to be made of wood and chartered by drunks. but the seats were made of something resembling leather and the crew even smiles at you when they wake you up and try to force you to buy shit. recommended.

i went to barcelona for two days. it was warm there. i don't want to talk about that anymore.

now i'm in iceland. it's sort of like the moon, but more expensive. luckily louisa is icelandic. icelandic guys wear suits and fedoras when they go out. they also believe in elves. louisa's fifteen year old cousin is cooler than i will ever be. i think she knows it too. tommorrow we might go see some volcanoes and geysers and things. if anyone wants a piece of lava let me know, because it's all over the place here.