My dad drove NK and I to the Minneapolis/St. Paul airport on Thursday. After one week of cramming as much stuff as possible in our suitcases I was relieved to have the packing behind me. I called Icelandair a few days earlier to inquire about luggage limits. I was told I could bring as many bags as I wanted as long as I brought my credit cards! We checked 6 large bags and one cat.
Days earlier on our trip to Iowa Forrest nearly meowed himself into a trance. We finally had to stop at a pet store to get him some kitty drugs (animal Dramamine). He was much more comfortable and calm after the kitty drugs - and my mom, NK and I weren't ready to leave him somewhere in Missouri. We drugged him for the trip to Minnesota and a little more prior to the flight/check-in.
My dad dropped us off - there are not any porters at the MN International airport...what the HECK? NK and I balanced two carts with 6 suitcases (nearly 60-70 pounds each), two carry-ons, two smaller bags, and Forrest. Luckily we arrived 4 hours prior to our flight. We encountered zero problems with check-in. I was so worried that there would be a last minute problem - with Forrest or the bags or a reluctance to let me leave the country with NK since I didn't have a permission letter from JH. NO PROBLEMS. There was not even a line. We had everyone in the check-in area watching our little train of bags. We had the entire process over in less than 10 minutes. TSA staff were so good with Forrest. And, Forrest cooperated when I too him out of his cage. Days earlier he nearly tore NK apart when he saw his kitty crate.
We also breezed through the security check point. They didn't even want to see all of my little baggies full of liquids and gels - and I was ready! My lipstick and gum were ready for viewing!
The plane was full. I knew it was peak season but surprised that a Thursday flight was full. A nice family sat next to us on the flight to Iceland. Their one year old sat on my lap for half the flight entertaining NK and I. She was as cute as a bug and she kept everyone around her jumping.
We have flown Icelandair before and we have raved about the service. Well, they weren't living up to their expectation. They were "short" crew members and while giving the first round of drinks they ran out of nearly all soft drinks by row 12 (our row). They served us luke-warm reindeer meat balls with unidentifiable veggies and a sauce I think was sweet and sour. Instead of keeping drinks readily available and instead of picking up the cabin (food, etc. - since the meatballs were a flop) they cruised and clogged the aisles selling perfume. Other travelers weren't entirely nice. NK and I just entertained ourselves and tried to keep the one year old from tearing apart our aisle.
Security was a little perplexed the NK and I did not have return travel tickets to the US. The customs agent kept telling me "You can only stay 90 days". Whatever. My immigration meeting is next Tuesday! If I don't have papers within 90 days I will need to jump the border to Sweden which we plan to do the first weekend in September anyway. I assured the agent that NK is a dual citizen (US and Norway). Poor guy was confused when we walked away.
The airport in Iceland has had a make over and since our connecting flight was delayed we walked around the airport. It was fun watching sleepy, zombie-like tourists sampling products made in Iceland. We tried to inquire about Forrest but we got the big brush off so I decided not to sweat it.
The trip from Iceland to Norway got off to a tense start for NK. They had inadvertently ticketed us for an exit aisle. Since NK is not old enough to sit in an exit row we had to wait until the entire aircraft was seated and they told us that we may not be able to be seated together. NK got big tears in his eyes and the flight attendants quickly moved some folks so we could sit together. The airplane was not an Icelandair plane - and because I was slightly worried we were on the wrong aircraft I asked the flight attendant. Apparently, Icelandair has way over sold tickets for the high travel season (summer) so they had to rent planes and crews from an airline for hire in the US.
We were the last two passengers off the aircraft because the flight attendants had stowed our carry-ons at the rear of the aircraft and we were seated toward the front. My feet had swelled so much I couldn't get my right shoe on. It took me 5 - 10 minutes to jam my foot in my shoe. I considered walking barefoot through the Oslo airport. So we hobbled to the baggage area. My feet hurt and NK was mostly sleep walking.
In the baggage area a lady was walking around carrying Forrest in his crate. She had been looking for us. I spotted her on the far side of a crowded baggage area. I waved until she saw us and made her way over. Forrest was VERY happy to see us. The lady, a veterinarian took Forrest into her office and gave him a check-up. She said he was in great shape. She let us scratch his nose through the door of the crate before she departed with Forrest to the quarantine an hour away.
Five of our big bags turned up. A nice older gentleman helped me stack 3 of the 70 pound bags on my cart. We waited until all the bags were out and just when I was ready to report a lost bag a trolley pulled up with band instruments for a band which had been traveling on the Iceland to Norway plane. Sure enough I had them double-check their band instruments and my lost bag was on the trolley under a tuba.
Slowly NK and I exited the baggage area. JH was standing front and center on the other side of the doors. What a relief. After 9 weeks of packing and selling we made it to Norway. It sucked that we had to leave Forrest with the authorities but we hope to collect him soon.
