Island hopping & hiking in one of the truly secret spots in the Northern Atlantic
> 2 weeks of traveling across Vagár, Streymoy, Eysturoy, Kalsoy,Kunoy, Bordeoy, Vidoy, Nolsoy, Sandoy and Suduroy
in the Faroe Islands, a remote territory of Denmark in the Atlantic Ocean <
The Faroe Islands is not a well-kept secret. Because one cannot have a secret, if one do not know what the secret is about. And not many people know about the Faroe Islands. Outside Scandinavia, most people would be hard-pressed to find it on a map. It is one of those places, akin to the Aleutians or the Falklands, that few have heard about let alone aspire to visit. Most Scandinavians however know of these islands; they know that it’s an archipelago, that it’s located somewhere between Scotland, Greenland and Norway, and that it's associated with bad weather and stoic local personalities. But not much else.
Historically, these 18 volcanic spots of land, far out in the North Atlantic, seemed to get very little press and, although they are a stone’s throw from mainland Europe, few would ever think much about them. A global guidebook wrote: One of Europe’s last places. Then, lately, UK-based National Geographic’s panel of 522 well-traveled experts was asked to rank 111 different islands to answer: Which island on the globe is the most unspoiled, unexplored, and unbelievable? The number one answer and winner: The Faroe Islands! Winner of best island destination in the world, above 110 other island destinations.
Spring was not a bad time to visit as we did. Green grass, grey gravel, patches of snow, herds of sheep grazing on the hillsides, and crystal-clear cascading waterfalls. . It was wild, wet and windy. Some of it just as we’d imagine the stormy North Atlantic to look like. A world where the sea is all-powerful. But still, we were a bit surprised to discover such a different world and landscape that was so undeniable beautiful. We saw towering cliffs plunge directly into the churning Atlantic below, layer-cake mountains, odd lighthouses, colorful fishing boats dive-bombed by thousands of squawking sea birds, and turf-roofed houses with their timber walls painted a mêlée of reds, yellow and blues.
Who said "Ha Long Bay", "Koh Phi Phi" or "El Nido" of the North? It was such an elemental wonder that we soon became devotees.