Deeper into the Faroes

It was the breakfast with the most beautiful view of my life. I could feel my heart in my chest. Half of me couldn’t run out to the bow of the ship fast enough while the other half could stay with my hot coffee, breathing it all in from breakfast for ever.

We were sailing up from Tórshavn to the small village of Funningur, on the island of Eysturoy toward the north of the Faroes.

On this morning, I had this anxious feeling that I couldn’t waste a moment. I wanted to see every grass covered hill, every stream and waterfall, every sliver of sunlight on a mountain or the ocean. In reality, there was no panic. We were going to have all day - all day to hike, take in a guided tour around town, and time to explore. It just hadn’t even really begun and I already couldn’t stand having to leave.

It reminded me of when I picked up my rental car in Iceland. The rental agent confirming my reservation out loud to me ‘5 weeks… Okay… And what do you plan to do in Iceland for 5 weeks?’

And to me, he was the crazy one. 5 lifetimes would not be enough, never mind 5 weeks.

And the Faroes just felt the same, and I knew it would be that way. The heart being ripped out of my chest feeling when it was time to leave — and it was definitely that.

The village of Funningur

After a little quiet time with some sheep up at the top of town - a waterfall above me, a stream cutting just in front of me, and the ‘pier’ down below me, I knew I should probably be getting back down to return to the ship, but I had that sinking feeling in my stomach.

“Of course it’s Sean!”

Coming around the corner of a building and down to the zodiac landing site, all our expedition guides and staff are lined up and one sees me and says with a smile and a laugh “Of course it’s Sean!”

I smirked, seeing that I was obviously the last one back joining a few others lingering around… “I know, I know - but I don’t want to, I don’t want to, I don’t want to!”, I say with a laugh back.