Initially, I organized a nine-day trip to the Faroe Islands. I made an appointment on the Internet and formed a group of four people called "Aurora". However, until the day of departure, the visas of the other three did not come down (during the period is full of all kinds of twists and turns and accidents), and finally had to go alone. When a person's trip is planned, the plan is just a setup, you can change it any way you want. I first reduced two days to mold Hamburg concert, then in a travelogue to see a sentence "the beauty of the Faro in the plane landed in the first thirty minutes of the most shocking", think the first impression is the most important, the length of time may wish to continue to be compressed, so the concert was changed to the Munich field after the Faro, which happens to be linked to Adele's first Munich, more importantly, inserted the Paris Olympics, and the first time in Munich, the first time in Munich. Importantly, the opening ceremony of the Paris Olympics was inserted into the scene. So there were only four days left in the Faroe Islands. I changed my connecting flight to Copenhagen to a direct flight to Paris, and then Paris to Faroe, with only an hour and a half of connecting time in between. So I won a day of time to make up five days in the Faroe Islands. The Faroe Islands are part of Denmark. Denmark often claims to be a small country, with an area of just over 40,000 square kilometers. But it also has two overseas territories, Greenland, which is a whopping 2.17 million square kilometers, and the tiny Faroe Islands, which are less than 1,400 square kilometers. Faroe is not as famous as Iceland, but it beats Iceland in temperament and beauty.
Like Greenland, the Faroe Islands have a high degree of autonomy, with its own government, flag and currency. Although it has a population of just over 50,000 (almost as many as Greenland), it also has its own language, Faroese, and Danish, which is also an official language, is considered a foreign language. To some extent the Kingdom of Denmark can be thought of as a union of three countries, Denmark, Greenland and Faroe. The Faroe Islands have never been part of the European Union and are not in Schengen.
The desire for the Faroe Islands goes back about a decade, and I almost flew there during the 2022 epidemic. I've always felt that the high latitude landscapes have a sense of magic and alienation, and the Faroe Islands are far from the mainland, so they have a kind of transcendent beauty. After a lot of planning and a lot of back and forth, I finally made it in the summer of 2024.
July 22, 2024
The flight from San Francisco to Paris arrived on time and the speed of customs clearance was amazing - 5 meters out of the plane was the revolving door and out the door was customs. Customs also has a SkyTeam priority lane, which is the first time I've seen that you can use it when getting off the plane. So I didn't have to wait in line for a second. Customs small black brother expressionless, 20 seconds to release, did not say a word. The total time from leaving the airplane to leaving customs was less than three minutes, which is the fastest customs clearance in history. Charles de Gaulle Airport is full of Olympic atmosphere, macaroon like color scheme, bright and clean, pleasing to the eye. Thinking back to last year's unpleasant experience at the same time at the humble Orly and Beauvais airports, it was like two worlds.
Paris flies to Faro only three times a week, so if you miss it you have to fly to Copenhagen instead. Picked up my luggage and walked to the Atlantic Terminal for Faro, an hour and a half was more than enough time to make the connection. Seat 6A with a great view. Prepare to get a first taste of Faro's unique stance from the air. Skimming over England and Scotland, we entered the vast ocean. Far ahead, a group of islands appeared, it was Faroe. Yet wherever there was land, the sky was covered with white clouds. Sure enough when we landed the plane dug into the clouds and couldn't see anything in the whiteout, except for a lake vaguely visible as we landed, which I knew to be the famous Hanging Lakes of the Sea.
There weren't many oriental faces on the plane, but when I got off the plane, I saw a girl and guessed she was Chinese. I wanted to say hello when I took my baggage, but I didn't want her to turn around and leave the airport without checking her baggage in front of me. After I picked up my luggage and left the airport, it was drizzling and the first thing I felt was cold. Although it was the end of July, the temperature was less than 10℃. Faro's climate is also very unique, thanks to the regulation of the ocean and the North Atlantic warm current, four seasons almost a temperature, the average temperature in July is 10 ℃, the magic is also 4 ℃ in January, is the warmest winter in Northern Europe. Pick up your car and drive straight to the capital city of Tórshavn. Summer is the best season in Faro, the grass is green. What's more fortunate is that Faro has just ended a strike that lasted more than a month, and if you come a few days earlier, you won't even be able to fill up your gasoline.
My first impression was of clarity, but I didn't feel very impressed, probably because the weather wasn't good enough. The white mist in the rain limited the view. There were not many cars on the road, there were traffic circles but no traffic lights - there were only 5 traffic lights in the whole Faroe Islands. Following the navigation on a mountain road, I feel like driving into the clouds, visibility less than ten meters. I stopped and asked a Faroese group member who had just left the Faroe Islands today, only to realize that the navigation had taken a shortcut and the road was going over a mountain, which is the way it is in the highlands, so it would be fine if I drove through this part of the road. As for the weather in Faroe, that changes all the time.
Sure enough ten more minutes of driving and the weather turned. Turning a corner, I saw colorful houses at the bottom of the hill, and the capital city of Tórshavn was there. The sunlight from the sea was hitting the houses with bright colors. Nearby, small wildflowers bloomed on the hillside, and a few sheep grazed quietly, so I finally realized the beauty of Faroese. Tórshavn accounts for half of the population of the Faroe Islands, but with a total population of only 50,000, the capital city is naturally small. The name of the city comes from Thor, the god of thunder, after all, this is also Northern Europe. The booked B&B is directly across the harbor, and there are a lot of yachts parked in front of the entrance. The landlady is not in, sweetly painted my name on the door, Chinese (because my airbnb directly with WeChat name), really difficult for her! There was also a wool knitting on the bed as a gift, soft to the touch and simple to knit, it looked like the landlord knitted it herself.
The Faroese sheep are all pretty cute and look alike, but with a few differences in color and shape they have species names, just as in ancient China there was a name for each color of horse.
With a population of 50,000 but a sheep population of 70,000, this is an island with more sheep than people. Sheep play such an important part in Faroese culture and daily life that even the name of the Faroe Islands itself comes from the Old Norse word "Færeyjar", meaning "Island of Sheep". The Faroese even refer to the national flag by its sheep, even though there is no sheep on the flag. Sheep are used as clothing, food and even as weeding machines for the Faroese. Sheep are part of the Faroese landscape, and can be seen pacing lazily along the roads of the capital. The rooms are small, just enough to turn around, but the living room and kitchen are huge. It's typical Scandinavian style. The room had large floor-to-ceiling windows and a balcony facing the town center square stage on the side of the house. Messaged the landlady to say hello. Shortly after she came over and enthusiastically advised on parking and other considerations. Parking was free throughout the island, except that there were certain hours in the town center when parking was not allowed. "Of course, you won't be in your room during the hours you can't park", she said. Yes, I was here to see the sights. Went to the next supermarket first to get some supplies, didn't see any alcohol for sale and didn't care, so I got some fresh orange juice and a strange mix of fruit juices. Came back and browned a schnitzel in a pan and that was dinner.
Faro is only four degrees of latitude from the Arctic Circle, and the days are long in the summer, and it doesn't get dark until eleven o'clock. After nearly 20 hours of transcontinental running during this day, I was jet-lag free and fell into a deep sleep.
July 23, 2024
The second day of the trip was the Kalsoy Island Lighthouse Hike. There are no tunnels or bridges to get to this island and a ferry is required. A friend I met during a previous companionship and visited first last week suggested that people ferry without a car so that you don't have to reserve a space, and more importantly, the return trip is flexible. Convenient to drive, flexible not to drive, fortunately I later enjoyed both benefits. I left the house at 8:00 a.m. and first took the northern bridge around to Klaksvik, a small town on the island of Bordoy, in about forty-five minutes.There is another tunnel to get there, but this one isn't covered by the rental car company's tunnel tolls. The weather was good and bad, generally sunny by the sea and cloudy inland. Certainly nowhere in the whole of Faroe is more than 5km from the sea. This is an archipelago of long strips of islands. The sun is the best color palette, and the Mercedes is a delight in the picturesque scenery. After a few stops on the way for sightseeing, we arrived at Klaksvik just in time for the 9 o'clock ferry. The ferry was full of people and cars, about 8 cars and 100 people. If you don't reserve a parking space, you have to queue up, local cars have priority, but people don't need to reserve. You can see the other side of the river from afar, and the ferry arrived in 20 minutes. When we got off the ferry, there was a bus waiting for us, so we got on it and went straight to the Kallur lighthouse, the northernmost point of Kalsoy Island.
As soon as I got off the bus I saw the girl I met at the airport yesterday, she was with three other Chinese. I had heard that the island was full of Chinese before I came here, but I realized that there weren't really that many, only about one-tenth of them. I went up to say hello, introduced myself, and managed to join their group. The four of them are Xiaoxiao from Sweden, Xiao Yi from Shanghai, AJ from Hangzhou and Xie from the UK. Xiaoxiao is the one I met yesterday. I heard her say that she didn't have a Faroese visa, but she was only given a hard time at the Paris airport yesterday and still managed to get in. Chinese passports require a special Faroese visa to enter Faro, but very few people actually bother to get one because there are no customs in Faro, and the airlines basically don't check visas when you fly from Copenhagen to Faro. Flying from Paris will check. The French are really casual about things and this can be accommodated. I've exchanged WeChat messages with four members of the group. Another girl, Xiao Yi, jumped up three feet high when she saw my micro-signal, so we have long been close friends. She was also one of my previous group members, and we talked quite a bit. Our original itinerary is close, but at that time my group was full, and she did not form. I didn't want her to form a group and I was left alone. The intensity of the hike was not high, about an hour to climb over a hill to the lighthouse. The weather was not so good at the beginning, but halfway up the hill, the sun was shining, the grass was fresh after the rain, the sky was blue, and the sea was blue, so I was in a good mood. The only concern was that the grass was muddy and slippery - everyone ended up falling over.
This is the setting for the final scene of the James Bond movie "Immaculate Conception" where James Bond faces his ultimate fate. It wasn't just James Bond who was hit by the Royal Navy's cruise missiles, but also the magical Triple Mountain. This is an iconic Faroese landscape that also attracts many tourists because of its appearance in the movie.
We sat above the headstones and started a picnic. It was windy on the beach and the drone was still able to take off. A different perspective made the trilby even more spectacular, and I even got the small plane to fly over the trilby. Descending the hill to taste ice cream in the village by the sea. There are only a few families in the village, and the guide said you can see puffins here. Usually to see puffins in the Faroe Islands, you have to go to the westernmost island, Mykines, which none of the five of us had scheduled a trip to, and Yee especially wanted to find puffins here. Repeatedly study the details of the guide, according to the map of the parrot, and finally did see a few far away. Unsatisfied, Yee went over the barriers until we got closer and managed to capture a few close-ups.
Four people were ferried by car, so I enjoyed the convenience. Drove to the village of Mikladalur in the middle of the island, where the mutton and pig's feet are said to be particularly good. But I didn't get to eat them because I had to catch the ferry. After all, convenience and flexibility can only go either way.
There are only four villages on Kalsoy Island, with a total population of 150 people, who make their living by fishing. If there are no tourists, the pace of life here is slow, simple and quiet. Mikladalur has a statue of a seal maiden, and there is a story here that is very similar to the story of the cowherd girl: local legend says that the seals took off their seal skins and became human beings, and a local farmer stole the seal maiden's skin, so the seal maiden could only marry him. One day the seal woman retrieved her skin and returned to the sea, but she still thought of the farmer and his children, and turned into a statue to guard them.
Back at the ferry office, I found that the ferry was exceptionally full and surprisingly, even the passenger tickets were sold out. We had a reservation for our car space, but didn't buy enough people space. We said we'd stay in the car and not take up much room, and we were let in without a ticket. It was 3:30pm when we got back to Klaksvik, and it was still early here in Faro, so I decided to do a tour of all the places on the island. I drove east first, to the farthest island of Vidoy. There are two more boulder islands with cliffs rising out of the sea in the distance. At the entrance of the village there were two little girls of 5 or 6 years old selling homemade drinks, which was quite cute, however I didn't have the cash to take care of their business. The islands are mostly connected to each other by tunnels, some of which are quite long and are huge undertakings. Some of the tunnels are quite long, which is a big project. The easternmost tunnels have only a single lane, and there is no one-way traffic signal, so I was very nervous to drive in them, fearing that a car would come from the opposite direction. Luckily, there were not many cars, so this only happened once, and there is a yield point in the tunnel where you can meet up with other cars. Then we drove to Eidi Village, which is the representative of the face value. Driving on top of the mountain, I saw a standard soccer field in Eidi. Faroese population is small, but there are a lot of soccer fields. Faro has its own national team, which beat Greece twice ten years ago and is ranked 74th in the world by FIFA, surpassing China. Faroese have their own soccer league, and the Eidi team is one of the strongest.
The sunlight poured over the town Eidi This soccer field was beautiful, but it didn't quite match the pictures I had seen on the internet. After consulting the group again, I learned that I had to drive deeper. The small plane lifted off again, staring at my little red car gradually pulled up until it became a red dot disappeared in the huge green mountains. This is a mirror to the end, is to feel the sense of Faro's empty overwhelming now converted into a caravan campground seaside soccer field Shot by sherry Xiao Yi, another car in the nearby Gjogv dinner, sent a message over that very beautiful, so I also drove over. Before I got there, I thought it was too beautiful for words. The road is at the top of a hill, below is a colorful village, in the distance is the endless ocean, and close by is a long stretch of grass. I was so excited that I recorded a video while driving and sent it to the video number.
It's 9:00 PM and it's still light out. I continue to traverse the roads. Faroe is actually not that big, everything is within an hour's drive from the capital, Streymoy is the largest island and the cycle path to the black sandy beach of Saksun on the island is long and scenic, I only wish it was longer. The drive to Tórshavn didn't start until 10:30pm. No cars on the road, good road conditions, 140mph on the beach highway in the twilight.
July 24, 2024
Today moved from the capital to Vagar Island, the island where the airport is located. I had traveled to four or five islands the day before, but spent the next two and a half days on Vagar. I couldn't stay with the group because of the different itinerary, but Yui introduced me to two new teammates, her friend Flame, and Flame's colleague Yui. Vagar Island has a lot of unique geological features, the most amazing of which is the Drangarnir Sea Arch, which means "stone pillar" and is a large and small arched rock that floats in the sea, with the sea water flowing underneath the arched holes. It can be viewed by hiking up to the nearby headland or by taking a small boat to get closer. When we arrived at Vagar Island, we picked up our teammates from Sandavagur, and then went to Sorvagur, near the sea arch. both villages are situated in two fjords, and both are beautiful. I had booked a 10am trek and arrived on time to see a group of about 40 people already heading out. This hike is also on private property and requires a leader. The trek is about two hours from Sorvagur and is not very strenuous. There is only one not so obvious trail with a hillside on the left and cliffs and the sea on the right, the surface is a bit slanted and not very good. The guide suggests that you can step on the gravel instead of the grass so that you don't slip and fall. Along the road there are often leisurely fat sheep grazing, some of them are as big as yaks. Nearby is a short wall surrounded by stones, a small square. The leader said this is the sheep's shelter, but why there is no roof? But why is there no roof? It turns out that sheep are not afraid of wind and rain. It's a great knowledge.
There are huge circular nets on the sea, which are Faroese sea pastures that raise mainly salmon and rainbow trout. Rainbow trout normally live in freshwater, but they are also well raised in the Faroese channels. Both types of fish are known as salmon in the supermarkets in China, and salmon is my favorite, so I'm going to go to the village later to taste it fresh. In addition to net farming, the Faroese have one of the more famous and controversial marine hunts, grindadráp. grind is a shortened version of the Faroese word for pilot whale, and dráp means slaughter. Every summer, the Faroese deport pilot whales and Atlantic whitetip dolphins in their boats to shallow bays, where they are killed by severing their spinal cords with sharp blades. They have been doing this since twelve hundred years ago. Since 1709, the Faroese have kept detailed records of annual kills, the oldest statistics on global wildlife hunting. Whaling exists in multiple countries today, but the Faroese scene often sparks discomfort on the internet because dozens or even hundreds of whales are killed at the same time, bloodstaining the entire bay. Even with protests from international groups, the Faroese continue to kill hundreds of pilot whales each year, even slaughtering 1,428 dolphins at once in 2021. Denmark is a member of the International Whaling Commission (IWC), which passed a global ban on commercial whaling in 1986, and is subject to its restrictions. However, the Faroe Islands, although part of Denmark, have a special status and are not subject to the ban. Faroese whale meat is not exported and currently accounts for 30% of Faroese meat consumption, a staple food. Curious about the locals' views on whaling, I asked the tour leader if she continued to hunt whales for traditional cultural reasons rather than for food, and the tour leader said firmly: No, we eat them. I wanted to explain that I didn't mean to be judgmental, but when I saw how open and confident she was, I felt that it would have been even more impolite to say anything else, and so I discontinued the conversation.
This year's whaling took place a month ago, I didn't witness the whaling scene, but the circle of people who went before me saw it, and it was a bloody scene. This article introduces the beauty of Faro mainly, so I won't put pictures. Pilot whales are highly intelligent animals with complex social structures, well-developed communication skills, emotional expression and learning abilities. The mournful whistles and sad cries they make before they die are heartbreaking. Salmon is fine to eat, whale meat be damned. The hike crosses a stream from time to time. The weather was cloudy and sunny at times, but luckily it didn't rain. The walk took about two hours to the end of the headland, an elevated area just overlooking the Arch of the Sea. It was amazing geology to see two arches growing out of thin air over the clear blue water. Continuing down the rocky descent to the sea. I was taking pictures of Flame and Yii from above, when I suddenly saw Yii step onto a rock that protruded from the edge of the cliff and almost fall, scaring my heart out. Iyi gestured for me to take a picture as if nothing was wrong. When I went down to that place, I realized that although it wasn't as dangerous as it looked from above, I was still scared when I walked up for a change. It seems that my heart is not as big as Yii's. The descent to the beach was quite steep. Slightly away from the cliffs was a large grassy area that was too steep to walk on, but could be rappelled down by skating. I slid down and took the lead to the water. Looking flat out at the arch, I realized it was even bigger and more spectacular.
You don't need to walk back for the return trip, you can take a boat. A speedboat picked up everyone in two separate trips. The captain first took us on a boat ride to see the Arch of the Sea up close. There is another boat tour to see the arch, I didn't realize that I could enjoy the hiking tour.
After finishing the arch trek, head back to Sandavagur for lunch. It's quite a big village, but there is only one restaurant. It was 3pm and the restaurant was still full, so we shared a table with other customers. Ordered salmon and it was really thick and fresh.
After lunch and coffee, I searched for where the booked B&B was and found it was on the same road as the restaurant, 200 meters up the road. What's even more amazing is that it's right next door to the house where Flame and Iyi are staying. It didn't seem surprising, it was a village after all, it couldn't be much bigger. But the density of houses in Faro was very small, and the village of 800 people spread out over quite a large area. The rooms were, as usual, large living rooms and kitchens, with narrow bedrooms. After putting our luggage in the room, we continued to drive out to explore the island of Vagar.
We drove west to the waterfall on the coast opposite the sea arch. Entering from directly behind the falls, I heard the water but didn't see it, and only saw it when I finally left and walked to the front. The waterfall is very thin, but the seascape and cliff landforms are exceptional and still look good. The sea breeze was very strong and from time to time blew the waterfall off or even rolled it backwards.
The guide also said that there are puffins here. From the waterfall to higher ground, and indeed along the way in the cliff edge or the air to see some one after another, but the distance is far away, can not see too real. Walked about 400 meters, there is a bench, surprised to find that the distance is very close to a large flock of puffins.
Puffin feathers black and white, beak and flippers are bright orange (non-breeding period will fade), fat body, the appearance of a pleasant. They are diving masters, can dive 70 meters underwater fishing. The puffin is found in the North Atlantic and is the national bird of Iceland, but is also abundant in Faroe. The Faroese national bird is the oystercatcher, and I have photographed many of them, but they are not as nice as the puffin. Puffins are cute, but they don't make it to the dinner table here. Dried or smoked puffin is a Faroese delicacy. In Iceland, where puffins are the national bird and are not protected by law, there is even a custom in some places to eat fresh puffin hearts raw. Iceland also has a practice of catching puffins called Sky Fishing, where hundreds of puffins are harvested in a single morning while the puffins are catching fish. Dolphin hunting and puffin hunting are considered cruel in the outside world. In Iceland and Faroe, what may have started as a survival need evolved into a cultural tradition. Nowadays, despite the abundance of life, traditions are hard to break. These islands are isolated offshore and the people tend to have a different world view. They even see hunting as part of nature, symbolizing respect for tradition and the forces of nature. Flame especially loves to shoot puffins, sitting alone on the edge of a cliff, motionless for half an hour. At eight o'clock in the evening, ready to go back to make dinner. Flame actually brought fondue base, so we bought mutton from the supermarket in Sorvagur. We didn't see any alcohol in the supermarket, but on Google Map, I saw another supermarket nearby called "We sell everything - except alcohol", so I got curious and researched a bit, but it turned out that there are only three or four alcohol specialty stores in the whole of Faro, and there is only one on the island of Vagar. The supermarket opens at noon every day and closes at four in the afternoon. I guess the Nordic people are prone to alcoholism, the control is more strict. I had no hope. However, when I passed an Asian restaurant, it occurred to me that I might be able to buy alcohol at the restaurant. Sure enough, the restaurant had beer and wine. Talked to the clerk, who was actually Filipino. Took a couple of beers and wines to Flame and Iyi's place and started shabu-shabu. The landlady came to say hello in the middle of the day and was exceptionally kind and didn't blame us at all for making the kitchen smell so bad. However, after we finished shabu-shabu and started eating, we realized that it was actually cured meat. We couldn't help it, we can't read Faroese. The good thing is that apart from being a bit salty, it still tasted great.
July 25, 2024
The day's itinerary was the Sea Hanging Lake trek. From the road to Sorvagur, which was frequently traveled yesterday, an inconspicuous junction turns left and you reach the trek entrance. Again, this is private territory, but you don't need a leader and can enter on your own. It is said that if the owner is not there, just leave the entrance money at the gate. The lake is the largest in the Faroe Islands and has two names, Sorvagsvatn or Leitisvatn, because the two neighboring villages, Sorvagur and Midvagur, both think they have the right to name the lake, and each one gives the lake its own name. Faro is small, but each village has a strong local identity. The lake's special feature is its proximity to the sea, and from a certain angle it looks like it is suspended over the Atlantic Ocean, as if it is floating above the surface, hence the name Sea Hanging Lake. The destination of our hike was the waterfall at the outlet of the lake. The intensity remains low, about an hour and a half each way. At first, the lake was on the right side and the hillside was on the left side, so you couldn't see the hanging lake. Halfway up, the hillside on the left opens up and you can see the deep cliffs and the sea is unfathomable in the fog.
There was no longer a path to continue. Luckily, the rocks were well stratified and regular in shape, so it was easy to find a stepping point. Gradually, both the lake and the sea can be seen. The difference in height between the two is about a hundred meters, forming a waterfall at the mouth of the sea. Looking at the hanging lake from all angles, you see a different effect.
Back in Sandavagur village, we still went to yesterday's restaurant for lunch because it was good and because there was no second choice. After the meal we said goodbye to Flame and Iyi, who are going on a lighthouse trek to Kalsoy Island tomorrow and moving to the capital today. The original plan was to arrange a ride to Faro, because many years ago I saw a video of cycling in Faro, especially handsome. But it was so windy today that biking wasn't a good option. Back to the room, open the computer, work for a while, the window is the beautiful scenery, in this place also work a little luxury. So I went out for a hike. My friends recommended the "Witch's Finger" route, but I didn't realize it was right next to my place, just a few minutes up the road.
There is a fence at the entrance that says welcome, with instructions to keep the fence closed. The road in is a semi-paved road, and halfway there is a home that should be considered in his yard, but there is no charge to hike here. After about 20 minutes of walking, another fence was opened and a turn in the road revealed the strange peaks jutting out of the sea in the distance, pointing up to the sky like a finger, the finger of the witch. The road ends here and can only be viewed from a distance. But I had a small airplane and could fly close enough to photograph it. The landscape is so photogenic, the ocean, the cliffs, the strange peaks. I operated the small plane to do all kinds of transport mirror, a piece of battery finished flying is not satisfied, change a piece of continue. When I flew back, tragedy struck. Flying backwards, I did not expect to lose the picture all of a sudden. Hit a cliff, blow up the plane, crashed into the sea! Especially heartbreaking because the video was so well shot. As for the little airplane itself, I have long wanted to change the traverser.
In the evening Yee asked me to join him for dinner and asked if he would come to my place to cook or to AJ and Shay's place. The four of them stayed on Vagar Island the whole time and didn't change places. I have a spacious kitchen here, but it so happened that there were two Chinese people staying in another room, and they were meeting their friends for the evening. So we went to AJ's place in Sorvagur, right next door to the supermarket where we bought the mutton yesterday. I told them I was good at cooking, but I didn't realize that my four teammates were even better at it. They let me do all the cooking, including pizza, barbecue, and even stir-frying, to make a decent dinner. Shay in particular was a mainstay of the cooking, probably because he was forced to practice while studying in the UK.
AJ also likes to drink and had bought a lot of wine the day before at the only one in Tórshavn, which made me very tempted after not being satisfied last night. But if you drink, you have to be transported, and if you drive yourself, then you have to be transported in two cars for two people, so you have to refrain. Yi is good at sketching and sketched the five in three strokes. This small group was particularly heart-warming. We all met for the first time, with the same hobbies and different life backgrounds, and the feeling of mutual support and friendship was especially good after a short time together. It was the first time I really traveled in a group, and I found it to be warmer than the scenery.
July 26, 2024
Leaving Faro today. I saw the colorful house across the fjord when I left the house, it is the B&B where Xiao Yi and Xiao Xiao are staying, I drove them back to Sandavagur last night. I drove them back last night, but it turns out they are also staying in Sandavagur, so if I had known earlier, I would have let them drive me back. It was fun to make a phone call and get Xiaoyi out of her room and get a telephoto close-up of her across the channel.
Loves to leave Faro. The flight was a bit late. Supposedly the weather was bad and a landing flight the day before didn't land and flew straight back to Copenhagen. 13:00 flight, 15:30 to Paris, including an hour time difference. The opening ceremony of the Olympic Games, which I have to catch, starts at 7:30 pm. This is the limit of time. Luckily, I landed one hour later at 16:00, just in time for the opening ceremony (which was drenched by heavy rain for four hours, the French have to write a special article to spit out all the grooves). The nine-day plan was changed to five days, but it was very rewarding. Only Bird Island and South Island were not climbed due to the lack of transportation, and I walked almost all the roads of all the remaining islands. Keep the two islands for, maybe, another time.
