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Funningur, Faroe Islands

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Funningur, Eysturoy Island, Faroe Islands

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"One-eyed damsel". The outside of a small cottage in the village of Funningur, Faroe Islands. Drawn from a photograph in Adobe Fresco.

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Funningur Church 1847 in the Faroe Islands 🇫🇴

📸 by Daryl Walker

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View of the Cliffs of Funningur In Faroe Islands

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Faroe islands land of maybe (2) (3) (4) by Rainer Ralph

Via Flickr:

(1) Gasadalur with mulafossur waterfall. (2) Puffin - a hole-nesting seabird of northern and Arctic waters, with a large head and a massive, brightly colored triangular bill. (3) Funningur church. (4) View of Gasadalur from a boat.       

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Day 4

Funningur

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Day 34   Sunday 6 October  A big jump in time

We are now almost at the end of our time in the Faroes, and I haven’t posted anything for over a week.  I think it is almost impossible to describe our travels day to day so I will try to outline some impressions and intersperse some specifics that might be of interest. I have written quite a few odd paragraphs from day to day and will try to fit them together in some semblance of logic and may finish up with a bunch of rubbish at the end.  And I will post what I come up with in a couple of separate episodes and add some photos later on.

A little about our hotels.    We usually tell our travel providers that we prefer roughly three-star accommodation because we are often just in the room to sleep.  Having said that, we have spent a bit more time in our rooms than normal on this trip and the rooms have generally been quite good.  We were in each of our five hotels for two nights so unpacking and repacking has been a little less onerous.  And they all included breakfast (at various levels or lavishness).

I described how difficult it was to find our first hotel in Vágar but it was modern and comfortable when we found it and the people there were nice.

Our next hotel was at Gjogv (apparently pronounced something close to Gorge because it is at the end of a gorge).  The road in was over ten kilometres long and very rough and when we started in, we saw a sign stating that the road was closed.  We assumed that there must have been an alternative road in and drove quite a few kilometres unsuccessfully looking for it.  Returning to our first attempt, we figured out that the road was only closed from 1 October, and it was only 29 September, so off we went and eventually found the place after a long and tortuous drive.  As we neared the hotel, we saw the road to Funningur - an incredibly steep track plunging zigzag after zigzag into the depths of the valley - and we both commented how glad we were that we didn’t have to take that route.  Little did we know that we would do exactly that first thing in the morning. 

That hotel was also quite good except that the rooms were all in a separate building perched quite a way above the Reception and dining areas.  It was no big deal but we had to pause for breath halfway up the hill, fortunately with a small sheltered area to rest out of the rain.

Next came Klaksvik and we were on the ground level - with two levels above us and two levels below us, built into the side of the steep hill on which the hotel was built.   We had a huge, long narrow room, probably a little better equipped than our other rooms and with the town’s only liquor store just below us.  We had our own fridge, and access to a microwave just along the passage, so we were quite well set up.  As we came into town, we had seen a supermarket and made a few purchases but couldn’t find any wine.   We asked the cashier, and she said there was only one outlet across town and gave us a map and detailed instructions on how to get there.  We stumbled upon our hotel on the way, but still had to ask a couple more people for directions to the liquor store before finding it.  And it was closed until later in the day so we had to go back in the afternoon after a long day’s exploration.

Our fourth hotel was in Vagur (not Vágar where we spent our first two nights) and we spent quite a bit of time finding it.   We didn’t have a precise street address although we could get close.  We asked a young guy who helped, but Heather eventually asked an older local guy who walked down the street with her to point it out to her.  It was very close to where we had started looking for it and even had the name posted high on the side of the building.   When we went in, we couldn’t raise anyone but there was a number to call - unfortunately, even after turning global roaming on, Heather couldn’t get a signal so we just explored and selected a room.  Our booking said there was a balcony so that narrowed the choice, and we had actually chosen the correct room. 

It was quite comfortable and there was a fully equipped kitchen downstairs in the dining area.   We thought we were the only people there but when I went down later, a guy came out of a room and put some food in the fridge - so I put our few items in there too.   When we went down for breakfast next morning, we got a mild scolding from the woman who was cleaning the other guy’s room.   We were not ‘authorised’ to use that fridge, so she had moved our food into a different one.   And why did we pick that room when it was reserved for some people coming in that day for two days?  It soon got sorted out - we were the people coming in that day and she was just a day out.  Once everything was on an even keel, she was very pleasant (her daughter is the owner) and she gave us a map and comprehensive (and useful) directions to all the best places to visit on ‘her’ island.

Finally, to Torshavn where our digs were also a little hard to find.  We arrived safely after I negotiated several one-way streets (the wrong way) – we have still not figured out many of the street signs – including the one-way street signage.  Again, the room is fine, a little small, but quite adequate and the people here are very helpful, and we have slightly better access to food and drinks from the kitchen.  Parking was interesting.  It was restricted to 30 minutes until 2pm (it was a Saturday) and free until 9am Monday and we have been amazingly lucky to find a spot right outside the door on each occasion we have needed it.  We are very much in town and there are a couple of supermarkets within a hundred metres or so in opposite directions from the hotel.

All our breakfasts have been included in our hotel tariffs but we have been self-catering in the main (have only had two meals in the hotels, including our first, when it was quite late by the time we arrived and at Gjogv after a very taxing drive and where there were no alternatives anyway), and people in the supermarkets have been great in helping us figure out what the strange hieroglyphics on the packages mean.  Eating out is quite expensive - everything is, but prices in the supermarkets are not that much higher than at home.  

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Mapy / górskie szczyty

Między osadami #Eiði i #Funningur na wysokość 880 metrów wznosi się najwyższy farerski szczyt #Slættaratindur. To jedna z dziesięciu gór, które sięgają na wysokość ponad 800 metrów. Dziś zapraszam na #kartograficzne spojrzenie na #farerskie szczyty.

Między osadami Eiði i Funningur na wysokość 880 metrów wznosi się najwyższy farerski szczyt Slættaratindur. To jedna z dziesięciu gór na Wyspach Owczych, które sięgają na wysokość ponad 800 metrów. Najwyższą wyspą archipelagu jest Kunoy – aż sześć z pierwszej dziesiątki najwyższych wzniesień położonych jest właśnie tam. W sumie farerskie mapy upstrzone są około 340 górskimi szczytami o…

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Driving the Faroes by Zeb Andrews Via Flickr: I really cannot adequately describe how much I enjoyed driving in the Faroe Islands. While there I did both a ton of hiking and a ton of driving and enjoyed both almost equally. There are many factors that make driving around these islands so enjoyable. The most obvious is the landscape. It seems like every bend in the road brings some heart-stopping vista. I was glad the traffic was so light because I barely wanted to go the speed limit, preferring to take my time and marvel at the scenery around each corner. The land itself is amazing but thanks to the geography of these islands you constantly find yourself in different light or weather. The islands are shaped like giant fins coming out of the Atlantic, with the roads mostly circumnavigating these islands. But quite frequently you have tunnels that bore straight from one side of an island to the other. In a couple of kilometers you can go from heavy cloud cover to bright sun, or from drizzly rain to sunset skies. Of course those aforementioned tunnels are an experience themselves. Many of the tunnels are one lane, dark, thoroughfares that cut right through the mountains. But the Faroe Islands are home to three subsea (soon to be four) tunnels that connect various islands. These tunnels are multiple lanes, bright, and dive deep down under the surface of the sea with their lowest points usually lit up by colored lights painting the tunnel walls red or blue or green while you whisk along at 80kmh under the surface of the sea. And they are long, at least the newest one is which takes over six minutes to drive through (I timed it) and has a roundabout two-thirds of the way along it. But then other tunnels are rocky and narrow with the frequent pullout for oncoming traffic that has you anxiously peering to the tunnel's end for oncoming headlights while minding the narrow clearance to either side of your rental car. In short, the tunnels themselves are one of the more memorable aspects of the drive here. Then there is the open, empty nature of many of the roads. Other cars are not uncommon, but driving for kilometers without seeing another vehicle is also not uncommon, at least during the time of year I was there. I could pull over, get out, and it would be quiet - at least of traffic. I felt nicely alone, even standing alongside a major road like in this image. I guess last, and I have mentioned this in a previous post, is the proximity of everywhere. No drive was over two hours, and most were well under an hour. It was fast to get everywhere, even if you were going slow. Or at least the drives themselves were so beautiful they never felt long. I have kept a mental list of some of the most beautiful drives I have done in the US. The Going To The Sun Road, or the Road to Hana, or the Beartooth Hwy, or even the stretch of US 395 that runs from Burns to Lakeview here in my home state of Oregon. These have all stood out to me as exceptional. They stood out. None of the drives in the Faroes really stood out because they are all pretty exceptional. I suppose if I had to choose though I would point to the Oyggjarvegur scenic route that runs through the mountains above Tórshavn and the scenic route that also winds through the mountains between Eiði and Funningur (that as far as I can tell doesn't even have a name). Anyway, that is my recollections and impressions from driving the Faroes. Some of them, at least. Pentax 67 Cinestill 400D

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Funningur, Faroe Islands. photo by Prieto Ienca

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Faroe views

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Only one way to get to Kalsoy ⚓ . . . . . #faroeislands #visitfaroeislands #faroe #funningur #Kalsoy #gjógv #earthfocus #roamthefaroeislands #faroese #roamtheplanet #torshavn #moodygrams #stayandwander #tjørnuvík #wildernessculture #welcometonature #agameoftones #nature #faroeisland #denmark #atlanticairways #map_of_europe #visualsoflife #visualsofearth #visualmobs #travel #mykines (à Mikladalur, Kalsoy, Faroe Islands) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRbnUvTHBDA/?utm_medium=tumblr

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eysturoy, faroe islands

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Slættaratindur (Faroe Islands).

At 880m above sea level, Slættaratindur is the highest mountain in the Faroe Islands.  It is situated in the north of the Esturoy region.  The village Funningur lies at the foot of the mountain, but the summit is not visible from the village.  Its name means “flat summit”, and in clear weather, the entire archipelago can be seen from the top.

Slættaratindur from the streets of Funningur.

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On the edge, Faroe Islands by jamiecurrie84