We headed to the Hotel Ranga, which had a western feel to it, out on a stark Icelandic peninsula. It was our last night on the move in Iceland, with one more night left in Reykjavik.
Fighting down the hall with our luggage, we walked in and the room reeked of cigar smoke. Apparently the previous guest did not believe the no smoking rules applied to him or her (sorry to be genderist – if that’s a word – but my money is on it being a him).
A housekeeper who had been trying to clean the room agreed that the room was uninhabitable. Carol went to request a move, and they led us down the hall to room zero. It was pretty suite. Yes, it was a sprawling suite the width of the building – with a huge bathroom, a sitting area, and a nice desk for working. We had nice views of a duck pond, and off to the fog-shrouded mountains.
We took our wine leftover from dinner, along with a half bottle of wine that we bought at the hotel (best wine list -- by far! -- of the hotels we stayed in).
Now that was good fortune!
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