Chapter 323 January 2014The weather seemed unable to make up its mind whether to rain, sleet or snow, and the Reykjanes highway gleamed blackly in the glow of the headlights that could do little to penetrate the spray. The family members were using the drive home from the airport to ruminate on their holiday. They sat in silence, Nói behind the wheel, Vala beside him and their teenage son Tumi in the back, staring out at the endless lava-field. Two large suitcases had been stowed beside him since the boot didn’t have room for all their baggage. They hadn’t planned to do much shopping but, carried away by the low prices in America, had ended up lugging a mountain of stuff home across the Atlantic. Only time would tell how wise some of these purchases had been. They had got no further than the Leifsstöd terminal before Vala remarked that their new clothes didn’t look quite as smart as they had in the States; somehow they didn’t go with the miserable grey weather. Nói had to bite his lip to stop himself exploding.‘Strange to think we’ve got to go to work tomorrow.’ He focused on the road ahead through the frantically labouring windscreen wipers.‘You were going to go in today, remember?
