Wednesday morning we left our hotel in Copenhagen for the airport and our 11am flight to Faroe Islands. The flight was only about two hours and relatively uneventful except for the pilot coming onto the PA towards landing time to say that the runway in Faroe Islands is short so he’d be landing fast and braking hard. Brace yourselves! Despite the warning, the landing was fine. Bit disconcerting seeing the end of the runway though…and the drop after it.
We collected the hire car and exited into a chilly 12*C with wind and grey skies for our 40-minute drive from the airport to the capital Tórshavn. The drive was stunning; we drove along scenic roads, through undersea tunnels, along ridges overlooking beautiful scenery with waterfalls, sheep and green grass everywhere. Faroe Islands was really putting it on.
We arrived at the AirBnB around 1:30 and checked it, dumped our luggage and went grocery shopping at the shops which were literally around the corner. Torshavn (at least the downtown part we were staying in) was more like a small country town (although in comparison to the actual small country towns in Faroe Islands it was the cosmopolitan big cousin).
Loaded up with groceries—and the ingredients to make scones, which Glen had a hankering for—we went back to the accommodation and Glen got to work on the scones. The owner of the apartment, Bjorn, came by to see how we were settling in and then gave us some suggestions of places to visit. He also told us that it only took 1.5 hours to get from Tórshavn to the most northern island (as far as we could get without taking a ferry or helicopter) so that gave us an idea of the scale of things.
We also told him we had reservations at Koks, a Michelin-star restaurant that serves Faroese inspired cuisine, and he said it was interesting and that he’d be interested to hear what we had to say about it after we’d been. That didn’t exactly inspire us with confidence, being the picky and non-adventurous eaters that we are.
After Glen’s scones were baked and we scoffed a few, Glen acquiesced to us going out and exploring a bit of Tórshavn. As we only had a few days, I like to make the most of the time by packing in as much as possible—something which exhausts Glen no end. But with Tórshavn literally on our doorstep, we couldn’t not check it out.
Luckily it’s not a huge place so it was fairly easy for us to see some of the historical sites within walking distance. We took the winding paths and steps down to the harbour, grabbing a coffee in a cafe with a bunch of other people eager to get out of the cold. Definitely not the kind of summer we were expecting.
From there we went to Tignanes, which is the site of the old Viking parliament on the island but also the site of the current prime minister’s offices and other government buildings. They’re painting red with green grass roofs. If there was any security, we didn’t see it. It was all very quiet but pretty.
We walked to the other side of the port where there were rows and rows of winnebagos waiting for the ferry either to Norway or to Iceland. We passed by all these grey nomads chatting to each other and walked up to the fort on the hill, first checking out the rock pools at the water’s edge, then heading up to the top of the old grass covered fort. Picturesque would be one word to describe it.
We then cut back into the main part of the city, up to a monument on a hill, and then back to our accommodation. And that was us done for the day. I wasn’t feeling the greatest so, strangely, was happy to sit down…although that didn’t happen until after I’d made dinner. It was then a quiet night on the couch before bed around 10:30.
The sun still hadn’t set and with it being a day before the summer solstice it wouldn’t go down until about midnight but even then the light wouldn’t go completely (maybe for about half an hour) before the sun came up again around three. I blinded myself with a sleeping mask to blot out the last bits of sunlight that crept around the blinds.
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