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The Flybus journey took 50 minutes, arriving at the BSÍ bus Terminal (the company name is pronounced bee ess ee). Ron continued on the bus to his chosen sleeping place, Sunna Guesthouse (Gistiheimilið Sunna) on Þórsgata (a street). The guesthouse was a few blocks from the city center, in New Reykjavík. A single room there was Ikr 10,100 with a private bathroom, a bargain for this time of year.
His room was sunny and honey-coloured, but simple. Sleeping was strange, since it was somewhat bright all night, but Ron was used to sleeping in the day. Besides, it was more like twilight than full daylight, especially with the overcast weather. Ron wondered what it would be like to come here in winter, when it was dark except for a couple hours around noon. He liked it dark. However, he guessed it would probably be unearthly cold, even by Canadian standards. This was not true, he later discovered, as the warm Gulf Stream brought warm water up from the tropics and made the Icelandic capital’s winters about the same as those in Saint John.Læs mere