Pronounced tors’-havin. Tor as in Thor, the Norse God. Anything named after Thor has to be cool. Though how many people have even heard of the Faroe Islands. I sure hadn’t prior to this.
And so, I woke up at 2:30 with a full blown cold. Yippee. I tossed, I turned, I kept checking my watch and occasionally I’d sleep for about 10-20 minutes, and at 6:30 I knew there was no way I could do a hike. I’d be dragging ass, and coughing constantly which would not be fun for the other people. So yuck it up Brian, Greg and Joe, I bailed on yet another hike, and I was seriously bummed about it once I finally got up and looked out the window. It was beautiful here, and no such thing as treeline.
View from the balcony, day 23 – One of the Faroe Islands from Tórshavn
And with no shops open I couldn’t find any cold medicine, but I had some juice and got myself together and we went to town. Neesh, bless her heart, said we could stay on the ship but my response was there was no way I coming all the way to the Faroes and sit on the ship. I knew this wasn’t a lot of walking involved anyway, so it wouldn’t be rough on either of us.
They had a shuttle, which unexpectedly dumped us 1/4 mile out of the dock area. Oh. OK. As it turned out, we were on the edge of town anyway, so no big deal. We walked up to the main shopping street, noting more sod roof buildings.
Tórshavn harbor
We stopped in some shops, and then I spied a monument on a nearby hill, and Neesh was game for it. Turns out I was going to get some views in today.
View from the hill
Tórshavn
We walked around a little more and despite my grave illness, I had to try out the local beer. I had a choice of lager, medium or strong ales, and chose the medium and it was very good. Europeans know beer!
We really enjoyed this little city and it’s much more relaxed pace, and headed back to the ship after a couple of hours. Maybe this might be a destination someday.
We watched sail away from the Crow’s Nest.
And from there, I went straight to bed as I felt like crap. Got some meds, some chicken consommé, and watched movies before hoping I could actually sleep without the constant coughing that plagued me tonight. Stupid colds.
Still a good read and phtos Mr. Mike "Bail-Master-Beta" Saltmarsh
ReplyDeleteFaroe Islands, North Atlantic, roughly between Greenland and the Scotland and Norway, owned by Denmark. Of course I have heard of them. You geographic cretin. :p The Faroes were actually "invaded" by the British in World War 2....really it was preemptive to keep the Germans from invading them when they took Denmark and Norway. And while there was some minor objections, overall the Faroese had few issues with the occupation since the British had no intention of insinutaing themselves into the local running of the islands. So there is not only your geography lessons for the day, but your history lesson too.
ReplyDeleteGet your "sick" bouts out of the way cuz when you get back home we are working you like a dog. *wink*
Well, look at the big brain on Brian! :P
DeleteYeah, good luck bending me to your will, suckah. :)