That title is a mouthful, (pizza?), ok, sorry about that. The day started with a trip to what we began to call “the curvy road”, which seems to describe all the roads in the Faroes! At the south end of Streymoy is an inlet called Nor∂radalur that the said curvy road leads to. Really only a place for the drones, so out they came.
We didn’t spend a whole lot of time there, very windy, but a fun place to play with the drones.
Since we were toward the south end of Stretmoy we crossed over to the other side to the capital of the Faroe Islands, Tórshavn. Some what surreal to be in what is a real city after traveling around with only the occasional small village. Of the 52,000 inhabitants in the Faroes, 19,000 live here. Also the home of “Number 1 Pizza”! Late lunch!
With our bellies full we headed north and east to Eysturoy, from one end to the other, to the Hvíthamar ridge for a hike to the top. This one was relatively short but the last bit to the top was pretty steep.
Part way up, we had a nice view of the village of Funningur, tucked in the valley below all these tall peaks.
In the photo above you see the two tallest peaks in the islands, Slættaratindur at 880 meters and Gráfelli at 856 meters.
If you look closely to the right of the two peaks lit up by the sun, in the valley, you can make out the village of Elduvík, where our Air B&B is located.
An interesting note, the circles you see in the water are all over the islands. They are salmon farms. Most all the salmon you see, as from the Faroe Islands, is raised this way. The following is from the website “Cibo Matto Caffe” –
Located between the Norwegian Sea and the North Atlantic Ocean, the aquaculture industry in the Faroe Islands is committed to “sustainability and sound stewardship of the environment.” Salmon veterinarians, if you can believe it, “ensure the welfare of farmed Faroese salmon, as it protects the salmon from disease and keeps them completely free of antibiotics.” The clear waters, combined with the fast-moving currents from the North Atlantic Drift, create an environment where salmon can thrive, and live a life on the wild side, moving freely through large pens where the water is as pristine as the spawning rivers in the Pacific Northwest, if not cleaner.
After we hiked back down to the van, we decided to continue on to the end of the road into the small village of Gjógv. It was 10 P.M. by that time and everyone there seemed to be tucked in so we had a nice quiet stroll through this quaint little village.
