Bye bye and hushabye, Can you see the swans fly? Now half asleep in bed I lie, Awake with half an eye. Heyho and welladay, Over hills and far away, That’s where the little children stray To find the lambs at play.
To get to Paris, we took Iceland Air. The seats were amazing. The food was great and because we were in comfort class we had blankets and little lullaby pillows. It was truly luxurious and I have been ruined for coach travel.
Taking Iceland Air was a fluke. They just happened to offer the best times to fly for a reasonable price. I didn’t even know Iceland had an airline before we went. But they do, and I’m hooked. Not just on the airline, but on Iceland. Iceland Air has the best on-board advertising ever. Their safety video doesn’t just show you how to survive the unlikely water landing airlines are always cheerfully telling is about, it uses the instructions as an opportunity to show you the beautiful landscape and amazing activities available in Iceland. (A pony ride to hot springs? How could I say no?)
I get a chill when I see truly effective advertising. (I’m such a geek.) Why show a cartoon of someone sliding down a safety slide, when you can show people cliff jumping into hot springs (over a helpful line drawing of a safety slide).
We took off from Iceland and landed in Logan’s Run.
NB. Totally small world moment on the flight. A familiar looking guy came up to me and asked if I was Laura. Coincidentally I was and after a few seconds I realized why he looked familiar. He was a Cariboo Hill Secondary alumni. One of the nice ones that I’m sure would have been very fun to hang around with if I hadn’t been a so paralyzingly shy. He was on his honeymoon, and recognized me from a distance. What are the chances of meeting someone you haven’t seen in two decades on a flight to Iceland? (“Is that a rhetorical question, or would you like to do that math?” – Name that show!)
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