Everything I imagined, and less
My line micromanager is paying us a visit from the US. He's been itching to make this trip, pretty much since he joined the company eighteen months ago. I don't know why.
I guess it gives him something to do and talk about. And he does like to talk. A lot. Bollocks, mainly; anything to fill the spaces that would otherwise be blessed silence. If he and my wife weren't sharing the same space-time point on this temporal plane, I'd swear that one of them was the reincarnation of the other.
Despite there being plenty of direct flights between Newark and Zürich, he flew via Reykjavik to save money. He could've saved a lot more by staying stateside.
Iceland is a fascinating country, one that I wish to visit myself. Although as a destination in itself, not as an en route stopover.