Hanging out with two forty-plus year old guys wasn’t a bad gig for a 74 year old. Being a mother of three sons, three grandsons, and a brother – no sisters, it’s never difficult for me; especially when Arngrim and his brother-in-law, Martin, both of Soldarfjord, on the Island of Eysturoy in the Faroe Islands were so kind.
We boarded the Smyril ferry with the car in the Capital City of Torshovn, after leaving Soldarfjord early in the morning and driving to Torshovn.
The ferry was complete with a cafeteria, television and wifi and comfortable chairs. It was almost a two hour smooth ride, where we passed the Sandoy Island, the Island where Martin’s mother came from, and two green rock islands called large dimun, that is inhabited, and small dimun that is not inhabited. The one I saw very well through the window reminded me of an emerald stone.
There are so many rocks and islands, and they seem all to have names I said, and Martin answered. “All rocks in the Islands have names.”
When we docked on the Suduroy Island, we drove to where Martin had his appointment, while listening to Paul McCartney music in the car. We ate lunch in the Tvoroyri Hotel, dropped off Martin for his stress test, and then Arngrim and I drove up to the North side of the Island.
We drove through the lovely green Island and saw a different terrain from the Eysturoy Island and anything I had observed in Iceland. One area had strange looking rock formations that resembled tall columns. They almost looked as though they were built by humans.
On the way to the village furthest north on the Suduroy Island, we drove through Hvalba, and through many other smaller villages and their harbors. About three hours later, we picked up Martin and got the good news that he passed his stress test. Why not? He’s a gold medalist in the free stroke swim meet in Island Games.
Then there was so much more to see, after all there was the South side of the Island waiting to be discovered by the three of us. Along the way, Arngrim wanted to find a cliff he had discovered on a drive by himself one time, and while we were heading up the mountain, the fog nearly made it impossible to see in front of us, much less find the cliff he wanted to show us. Arngrim stopped the car at a spot that looked like it may be the place. Martin took off walking up the hill to see if it was the cliff as described by Arngrim. “It has an extreme drop down to the bottom, and there are many birds you can see.” He had told us earlier.
So Martin walked to the top and Arngrim and I decided to follow. Then Martin disappeared. “Oh shit,” Arngrim said, when Martin wasn’t to be seen anywhere, with the worst feeling ever, until he popped up from where he had scrunched down hiding from us for a moment.
Later Arngrim said he was thinking. “Oh, Martin fell off the cliff, what am I going to say to my sister?” If that was the right place, there was nothing to see because of the fog. So we traveled on and found an old lighthouse and farm. A cliff, similar to what Arngrim had been looking for, appeared, but not the same one, but still it was impressive and scary. All around us sheep were grazing on the soft grass. By the way, the grass is really and truly as soft as it appears to be. It’s like walking on a plush carpet. You only need to walk around the memories dropped there by the sheep.
One other side trip was on a road that we should have taken in a four wheel drive. What we saw when we got close enough was another old farm house and a lighthouse on the fjord next to the water. The story of that place, is that a man by the name of Johan Kollafiroi and his new bride were driving around one day, and came upon the vacant farm house, and fell in love with the house, the ocean view and the fresh air. They liked it so much they convinced the farmer to let them live in it, and he agreed. Since then they have been making improvements. Kollafiroi is on public radio every Friday, giving a witty ten minute show, and is known, not only his wit, but the project he and his wife have taken on with the farm.
We got off that bumpy road, and eventually stopped at another old hotel for coffee and then back to the ferry for the sail back to Torshovn.
It was another great day in the Faroe Islands, commentated by two great guys.