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The ever so charming Saksun, Faroe Islands.
On the way Heini our comic cabby said the man who owns the property has been named the “Angry Farmer”, apparently he is not too fond of tourists roaming around on his land.
This what I read on google “he does not like tourists and he and other residents are at odds with the Ministry for Tourism for lack of support in helping to resolve problems with tourists. It seems that Jóhan has unilaterally declared war on visitors and Visit Faroe Islands”
I mean fair enough, he lives with his partner and child, his backyard and livelihood.
The cabby drove us down near the church, a young bloke in a truck that pulled in, I smile and waived making sure he could see my camera, he waved and smiled back, ah the universal “Smile”. So I guess if you stay on the path, respect his home he seems very friendly and welcoming. Isn’t the truth that no matter where you go are given to leave a place as you found out taking away memories and a few great pics?
Thank God for having my 3 lenses with me and clever positioning, no photoshop needed to remove the bobcat and soaked up the view, it really is spectacular and I feel very lucky having seen such beautiful location and greeted with a smile, I always do say that it’s the people that you meet along the way that is the magic of already stunning places.
On our day out with Heini, just outside of Torshavn, a giggling and may I say highly amused cabby, He pointed out the only prison in The Faroe islands, he told us there were only a few cells and for minor offences, he then said “do you see the high security fences?” laughing he said “they are to keep the sheep out.” Did you know the Faroese people love mini golf? “well there are only two on the Islands and one is here.”
Well minor offences are drinking too much, just think, all i had to do was drink one too many ciders and wake up to this view!
Actually we saw one outside the hotel we stayed at in Vagar, I wonder if that’s the other one? Ok so let me clarify translation maybe…
This is what I found on google
Criminals from the Faroe Islands who serve longer sentences are sent to prisons in Denmark, as there is no prison in the Faroe Islands, only a detention, which has room for 12 persons. It is however also used as a prison for prisoners who serve short sentences.
With time running out and a few more sites to see we decided to hire a taxi, our driver rather funny Heini took us to see The Witch and The Giant, his version was slightly different although just as entertaining, gotta love their imagination.
Official version from Visit Faroe Islands.
Once upon a time, an Icelandic chief witch sent a giant and his wife, a witch, to the Faroe Islands to steal the islands and bring them back to Iceland. Off they went in the dusk and arrived in the north-westernmost part of the Faroe Islands. They decided to tie a rope around a mountain called Eiðiskollur, and pull the Faroe Islands towards Iceland.
They struggled and worked hard to get the rope in place. Their first attempt was unsuccessful because part of the mountain split. However, they were determined and worked all night to make it work.
Like all creatures of the night, the giant and the witch knew they had to hide before the sun came up, for fear of being turned into stone. This particular night, they were so pre-occupied with their task that they failed to notice the first beams of sunlight appearing on the dark horizon. Inevitably, they were turned into stone. Ever since, the giant and the witch have stood, staring westward, longing for their home country.
These stone stacks are located close to Eiði. Another good place to view them is from Tjørnuvík on the island of Streymoy.
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After 36 hours from leaving home, spending 12 between Oslo and Copenhagen (don’t ask) we finally arrived in Vagar, all the cars hire place were closed, i tried to call, go online to no avail we couldn’t hire a car, I had booked a hotel close by so we thought we would try again in the morning.
We had two options, walk around along the road or cut through a car park in the dark, using our mobile phone flash, I know I was delirious but I said to my daughter, ‘was that sheep?” Thanks Hotel Vagar, slept like a log, and thank you Maria for trying to help us get a car in the morning, like you said, it’s Sunday everyone is asleep, that’s fair
We tried again in the morning with Maria’s help, still closed we would have to wait until 2pm until the car hire opened, the lady at info said there was a bus to Torshavn in about an hour, this time in the daylight we walked through the car park, Sheep!!! told you i heard sheep last night! We grabbed our stuff and back to the airport we went to catch our bus. With only 6 days we thought let’s just keep moving, we’ll get a car at the next stop.
The bus driver pulled in and suggested we get on the bus and go for a ride, back to the airport then on our way to Torshavn we went, here’s the great thing about public transport, they will drop closer to your destination, how’s that for service?!
Finally arriving at our apartment (Central Apartments) we had booked for 4 days, made sense to have a base as most of the places we wanted to see were mostly about an hour away. Really cool apartment, close to everything you need, (very helpful host via email), including an Irish pub for my well earned cider and a real nice burger.
On the internet I went to find a car, nope nothing open, it’s Sunday, off we went to explore, easy enough to walk around, very pretty indeed, through the old town and up to the lighthouse just past the bus station.
Actually not as cold as we thought it would be, must be all those layers. Monday rolled around, finally! a car and delivered, what a manual? on the right side of the road, mmmm I think not, we went to the bus station, buses only run to and from once a day to most places, the ticket lady suggested we hop on a ferry to Nolsoy. Having wasted half a day as the days are short in November, we thought why not.
Population 213 not including us, it was a small quiet island and it looked like something out of a fairytale, very cute, you would think toy makers live in these colourful homes, we took off in different directions to explore on our own, it didn’t take long. I did enjoy the quiet, coloured houses, bursts of light on the landscape, inquisitive sheep, rugged coastline and the sunset.
What do you mean the ferry comes at 5pm? so we walked around to the other side having 3 hours to kill, the sun set, it was dark and our ferry finally arrived. To think it was only 5km, 20 minutes ferry ride bad, still very pretty, just as well we bought our lunch.
From Vik to Reykjavik .
Sometime life throws a few surprises your way which can restores your faith just like that!
I got up that morning thinking come on God, you gotta bring something, 6 hours is a long time in a town of 800 as pretty as it is, bring that adventure, and so he did.
It’s been a lot of downs in the last 6 months although some quite welcomed like coming down the mountain after a tough walk up against the elements. I thank God this planned trip come up when it did, nature is my favourite therapy.
So I’m not going to go into why I didn’t hire a car, lets just say I travel differently when I have my daughter/s with me.
After a great few days in Vik it was time to checkout out at 10am no buses back to Reykjavik until 4pm so I thought i would ask if anyone was going back, well the first girl I asked didn’t speak English that well but said, “wait for my friend”, so I did, how good is that 2 lovely German girls said Yes! So I rushed upstairs with a smile on my face, feeling great, I said “Charlotte get your shit together, Mumma’s got us a ride”, her face! lol I reassured her it was ok and then added, ‘This is how I roll”, well if i have too, usually very self sufficient. Iceland is not like most places I have visited, public transport is few and far between.
The Girls asked if we were in a rush, “nope” so off we went, they had a few places on their list to visit and I let them in on a few more that we had planned to visit that we would of missed out on had it not been for these generous woman. The day was spent stopping at some amazing locations, good laugh and chat with our new friends.
Come on you know I’m not a taker, I’m usually the giver, so of course, we invited them to crash at our apartment as they had an early flight the next day. A the world is once again balanced.
What a blessing, thank you lovely ladies for a great day.
I read a few articles about people being killed here, so if you ever visit, please be careful as the waves come out of nowhere, safety first peeps.
With the days shorter during winter in The Faroe Islands most days we would set out long before dawn to make the most of the day.
Still adjusting to the time difference, in a dream state, Anticipating the new landscape to be explored.
On the bus on the way to Klaksvík from Torshavn, a sudden burst of light out of the darkness, this pretty little town appeared across the water out of nowhere, My eyes widened and my heart lit up, it danced for only a short time, the clouds rolled over the sun and it was suddenly hidden again, my smile remained as I knew it was still there.
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