Few and Far(oe) Between: The Faroe Islands

North of 60, between Iceland and Norway lies an 18-island archipelago belonging to Denmark. Subarctic landscapes like those found in the Faroe Islands are few and far between and I wanted to see them.

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Fifty-five million years ago, as Greenland and Europe separated, volcanoes in the ocean spewed basaltic lava forming the plateaus, sheer cliffs, sea stacks and mountains that comprise the Faroe Islands.

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The layers of rock tilted to one side and glacial and interglacial periods sculpted the islands leaving tarns, arêtes, erratics and hanging valleys, adding further complexity to the landscape.

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The Faroes, however, are more than just a geological picnic. The Gulf Stream current moves northeast, injecting warm water into the cold East Icelandic current moving in the opposite direction. Moderated temperatures and unstable air masses produce a cool, wet and windy climate, despite its high latitude.

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Fast-moving weather systems leave an exposed treeless landscape but one cloaked in vibrant green grasses and bog mosses that contrast sharply with the black rock.

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Highly variable weather, like a mind-altering drug, quickly changes the mood of the colourful villages and green and black landscapes, making the Faroes a photographer’s dream.

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The Faroe Islands has 50,000 people, 19,000 of whom live in its capital, Tørshavn. The country is self-governing with its own language and culture and has a buzzy, emerging music scene of multiple genres. Choral, pop and thrash metal as well as avant-garde music by Orka are making in-roads internationally.

Roads didn’t arrive until World War II when the British occupied the Faroe Islands after Germany invaded Denmark and Norway. Today, roads connect all inhabited villages and two undersea tunnels link the islands of Vágar and Streymoy and the islands of Eysturoy and Bordoy. New sub-sea tunnels between Streymoy and Sandoy (11.2 km) and Streymoy and Eysturoy (10.6 km) are also on the books.

The footpaths used before roads, are the best way to explore the islands. Most are single track and sometimes absent in the thick grass but cairns guide the way. An organised walking tour offers walks judicially chosen to show the country’s diversity, and reduces the risk of getting lost in the unpredictable fog that quickly clouds your vision.

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I was to meet the group of walkers on the island of Vágar at the airport in Sørvágur (pop.1,000). The runway there is armrest-clenchingly short and kisses the back gardens of nearby houses. The roar of the thrust reversers/air brakes brought the plane to a screeching halt, lurching us forward, while the flight crew switched on Country & Western music and warmly welcomed us – not the Faroese music scene I had expected to find.

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We were a motley group of 8 and had a particularly odd duck, Margaret; a large, clumsy woman with all the right stuff, in fact a steamer trunk full of it. Neither she nor our van driver could lift it and she moaned about the 25 kg (50 lb) checked baggage restriction. The contents of her case were a mystery and a constant source of speculation because the Faroe Island week was her only destination, she wore the same clothes each day and sported the best in ultralight walking gear.

The next morning we boarded the ferry for Mykines, the westernmost island with a population of 11. Margaret swallowed anti-sea sickness tablets which kicked in after we arrived. Too sleepy to walk straight, she found the up and down hard going as we hiked into a mystical land of seabirds. Atlantic puffins, gannets, kittiwakes and terns flew above and below us.

The clown-like puffins were unperturbed so we had lunch in their ‘hood, beside their burrows on a grassy hillside. Flying awkwardly like giant bumblebees, they beat their short wings at 400 times/minute looking like they might fall out of the sky at any moment.

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Margaret, coming out of her drugged state, complained that bird paradise was too windy and that, as a vegetarian, the sandwich provided was marginally acceptable. This began the first of daily, unending accounts of her life, laced with frequent reminders of her vegetarianism that set her above and apart from the rest.

So captivated was she by the stories of herself that she missed the trail markers and stepped directly into a puffin house on a steep hillside. Sitting on the ground with one leg jammed in the hole past her knee, even her ultralight Leki poles could not help her to stand. A group tug was necessary that made me think of Pooh stuck in Rabbit’s house with Tigger, Eeyore and Piglet all pulling to free him.

We moved to Gjógv that evening on the island of Eysturoy. Gjógv, means gorge and this village of 30 was so named for the 200 ft. gorge extending to the sea.

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Walking from Gjógv to the northern headland meant crossing a fen that is home to skuas, seabirds that aggressively protect their nesting sites. Waving sticks in the air was our defence against these dive bombing birds.

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Margaret turned back right at the start, worried she’d get wet despite her high-end waterproof clothes and boots. She’d been to the Faroe Islands twice before, she explained but rain made it impossible to walk on both occasions and the (light) misty drizzle today meant she had to turn back. Did she suffer from the same water=meltdown syndrome as the Wicked Witch of the West, I wondered.

We ate lunch overlooking the sea, scrambled across a ridge and picked our way down the face of a cirque, covering a satisfying 14 km and 2000 ft (610 m) of elevation that day.

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We did the coffin walk the next day, from the tiny village of Elduvik to the slightly less tiny village of Oyndarfjørdur. It told us a lot about the hardiness and determination of the Faroese people.

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In the days before roads and without a church in Elduvik, villagers carried their dead over the mountain to the church in Oyndarfjørdur for the funeral. Traversing a mountainside fit for goats and crossing over a dozen small streams as we climbed, it occurred to me that if we carried Margaret’s suitcase we could have experienced the real feel of an Elduvik pall bearer.

We regularly rotated positions now, taking turns listening to Margaret as she compared what she saw to places she’d been that were better, as she directed our guide to be more “explicit and forthright” at restaurants about her vegetarian preferences, and as she expressed concern that her (non-existent) partner sharing the double bed in her hotel room would be unable to get to the loo because the bed had been pushed up against the wall. We all took our turn, even Nick who was reluctant because he hadn’t packed his noise-cancelling headphones.

Then it was on through the 6.3 km sub-sea tunnel from Eysturoy to Bordoy to the town of Klaksvik where we visited the poison museum. The Klaksvik museum is very interesting but it was the intact turn-of-the-century pharmacy that caught my attention. It struck me that the medicinal jars of strychnine arsenic ferroplex, lead oxide and cocaine fluoride might help explain the well-worn coffin-walk path and the low population of the Faroe Islands.

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There are 17 land tunnels in the Faroe Islands. Single-lane tunnels as long as 3 km pass through the mountains. Driving can be harrowing so you must know in advance which tunnels you can enter. It was unnerving driving directly into headlights approaching from the opposite direction. Many tunnels are not lit and although there are lay-bys, it’s dark and the walls whoosh by quickly so it’s difficult to spot them. A roadside post slightly taller than adjacent posts signals their presence and there are right-of-way rules to help avoid a collision but trucks and buses are exempt from certain rules. Just as your seat starts to feel moist, the headlights screaming toward you disappear into a lay-by and the road is clear. I am happy to just walk on the Faroe Islands,

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The next morning we ferried from Klaksvik to the island of Kalsoy (aka the flute) an island of many tunnels. From Trøllanes, a village of 12 made up of 4 families, we hiked up to a dramatic headland ridge. Margaret was quiet and groggy after more tablets for the short ferry crossing, making the walk very peaceful.

An afternoon visit with the beautiful Seal Woman of Mikladalur and an evening drive to picturesque churches on the islands of Vidoy and Kunoy, marked the end to a busy day.

The next morning, on a wavy morning boat ride from Vestmanna, we explored coastal caves and sea stacks between the islands of Streymoy and Vágar.

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Impressive as they were, I was almost more impressed with the skill of the boat captain at manoeuvring the large craft in and around the tiny fjords, land arches and sea stacks on rough seas that made standing on deck difficult.

The Faroe Islands are beautiful in the rain and under cloudy skies but they were even more beautiful in the sunshine we had on our Streymoy walk that afternoon. Even Margaret said so once the boat tablets had worn off.

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The following day, for the full monty experience, we saw the beauty of the Faroe Islands while not seeing them. Nólsoy was in fog, as we began our 16 km walk to the lighthouse we never found. Margaret turned back after 15 minutes in the moist air and managed to board the early ferry back to Tørshavn without melting.

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We stopped for lunch at a sheep shed, later discovering we were only 200 m from the lighthouse. The fog lifted at the end of the day and with free time before our ferry, we found live music and homemade ice cream in Maggie’s Café, a treasure hidden in a corner of Nólsoy village.

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An historical walk through the grass roofs of Tørshavn ended our week. Margaret bought books in her free time in Tørshavn that filled a large impossible-to-carry carry-on. I didn’t look to see if she made it onto the plane.

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We had seen half of the 18 islands, each with a unique look and feel and which together showcase the county’s diverse landscapes and villages. With breathtaking surprises over every crest and around every corner, walking this country was the right decision. It is increasingly rare to find an unspoilt gem like the Faroe Islands; they are few and far(oe) between. #gooutsideandplay.

2 thoughts on “Few and Far(oe) Between: The Faroe Islands

  1. As Always Anne – great stories and pictures.
    Loved you “Decency be Dammed” with your companion Yukon Jackie and of course would have love to read you short story with the steamy sex scenes. You seemed to always meet some interesting character on your travels.

    “Under the Scottish Sun” was great as well and gave me a sense of what I’ll see when hopefully next year I travel to Scotland & see my relatives on the Isle of Lewis (I have a cousin who they call “The Wanderer” as he has never left the island . . . most are sailors and never home.

    “Few and Far(or) Between” was the best. Love your writing & pictures. Such a different & interesting place and can’t imagine such a small population havening these great tunnels under mountain and sea between the islands. What beautiful scenery. And your character Margaret just added to the story.
    Your writing continues to give me enjoyment Anne.
    Looking forward to your Croatian musings . . .
    I’m sure all is well with you and you are home safe and sound.
    How did your garden stand up with the heat while you were away?
    Cheers,
    John

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    1. Thanks for your kind comments John. Loved the Faroe Islands and the scenery was stunning. It was an interesting group! My neighbours cut the grass, weeded and watered my garden, left me a hanging basket of flowers, a miniature rose and put milk, cheese, eggs, bread, wine, a meat pie and a date square in the fridge. I was blown away. Took the lot of them out for dinner.

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