We had a lovely last day on the Faroe Islands. We drove up to the north of Streymoy and then crossed over onto northern Eysturoy, missing the horrible weather on other parts of the islands and found:
We were sad to leave, as we thought the scenery in the Faroe Islands was magnificent, but Iceland was waiting and so, after a remarkably smooth ferry ride, here we are in Seydisfjordur, in Iceland.
On reflection, it is just as well we went to the Faroes first, because the scenery here is jaw-droppingly beautiful. As we sailed up the fjord, the mountains gradually appeared out of the mist, and we were escorted into port by a pod of dolphins. The weather was doing what we expected- it was pouring down. We got off the ship, found the local campsite and set up the tentipi. Amazingly, the sun came out and the cloud cleared away and we realised the little town of Seydisfjiordur (pop 700, one of the larger towns in the region) is surrounded by 1000 metre high, snow-capped mountains. I was laying in bed this morning wondering what the noise was. Couldn’t be traffic, the tent was not trying to take off, so it couldn’t be wind and then it went clunk, it had to be waterfalls. When I got out of the tent, I did a quick count and I could see more than 14 without trying too hard.
I found this rather striking sculpture in the village
It turns out there was an avalanche that killed (I think) about 40 people and these are the actual twisted iron beams from a local factory.
On a lighter note, we took the Bromptons for their second outing, although we stayed quite close to town as the roads became steep, pot holed and gravel not tarmac and we didn’t think it would be easy to get tiny little tyres in Iceland. We found the local hot spots, one of which was the local museum, which normally charges about £5 to get in but was free on a Friday. Lucky really because all it had was a selection of printing presses and other printing stuff from America, a small model train set and a display case with an old demonstration board showing the components of a radio.
Upstairs was Radio Seydifjordur where we could see a couple of young people dancing around to the music they were broadcasting. They had thoughtfully put a radio on the step outside so we could hear it.
We did try the local beer, which was brewed by the granddad of the people who run the local bar- it actually had some flavour, but it cost about £5 for less than half a pint.
We shall be heading north tomorrow with the hope of seeing some whales and puffins……