Have you ever heard this saying? It refers to an old expression used in the New England area, most frequently in Maine, by persons being asked for directions to a far distant location that cannot be accessed without extensive, complicated directions.
That’s how I feel about getting to the Faroe Islands. A self-governing archipelago and part of the Kingdom of Denmark, Faroe Islands comprises 18 rocky, volcanic islands located between Iceland and Norway in the Norwegian Sea.
My travel begins with a half-hour drive south where I will take a COVID-19 test for entry into Iceland. Assuming it is negative, I will board a flight the next day to Houston, with an overnight stay with my best friend. The next morning we’ll fly two legs (one an overnight flight) to Reyjkavic, Iceland, where we’ll spend a couple of nights. Then it’s on to Faroe Islands. A short one-hour flight takes use to Vágar Island. After picking up a rent car, we’ll have a 45 minute drive to Torshavn on the island of Streymoy, via a three mile tunnel under Vestmannasund strait.
Finally we’ll arrive in Tórshavn for a week’s stay at Havgrim Seaside Hotel!
You really have to want to get to this place. And I DO want to get there! This trip has had to be canceled twice over the past two years. It’s time.
Oh, about that test….