Tallship, Tvoroyri
The sunshine we enjoyed in Scotland disappeared when
we arrived in the fog covered Faroe Islands after an easy two day passage from St Kilda. In
Tvoroyri, we hibernated at anchor, using the downtime to catch up on creative pursuits. Frances worked on drawing and painting while Krystina finally tackled
restarting the blog. We braved the rain and fog and ventured into town for a
walk and hot chocolate at a café that had originally been a traditional fisherman’s supply
store. The fishermen could purchase their supplies on credit and repay it six
months later when they returned from sea.
In hope of getting our propane tanks filled and the
electric start on our outboard looked at we headed over to Torshavn, the
capital of The Faroe islands. The thick fog only lifted long enough to give a
few patchy glimpses of land while we motored in uncomfortable, confused seas.
At the dock a British sailor helped us with our lines and asked us over for a
drink. After a lovely visit we invited him and his partner for breakfast on
Snow Dragon.
We returned from our neighbor’s at 2am and after a few short hours of sleep, prepared a large batch of sourdough pancake batter. When our guests didn’t show up as planned, Krystina went over to their boat to double check they were joining us. It turned out they had decided not to, leaving us with a large batch of batter and only two of us to eat it.
We decided the best solution was to eat pancakes for breakfast,
lunch and dinner. In the middle of our breakfast of pancakes, bacon and
homemade blueberry and quince jam, the customs official dropped by to clear us
into the Faroe Islands. He declined our offer of pancakes but was happy to let
us answer questions while we chewed.
For lunch our pancakes were topped with onions,
mushrooms and a fried egg. By dinner we couldn’t possibly face another pancake
and opted for leftovers. Our pancake overdose subsided in time for lunch the
following day and the remaining pancakes were eaten with camembert, green
onion, bacon and basil. Followed by pancakes with camembert and jam for
dessert.
In the mean time we successfully got our American
propane tanks filled. The company even picked them up and delivered them,
saving us an expensive taxi ride. Though they are the same fitting as a
European commercial bottler, most countries refuse to fill them due to
regulations. We also managed to organize a mechanic who showed up at 9.45pm on Friday
night in the rain. He was more than happy to work on the outboard but we told
him we completely understood if he wanted to come back in the morning when the
weather was supposed to be better.
Kids In ATraditional Rowing Boat, Torshavn
On Saturday, the fog disappeared
and everyone came out to enjoy the sunshine, strolling along the water front
and sipping cold drinks outside the cafes. While the rain and fog had made it
easy to concentrate on getting the blog up and running, staying motivated
during the one sunny day we were likely to see in the Faroe Islands was
difficult but Torshavn was Krystina’s last chance for internet access before
Iceland. We also had to wait for the mechanic who showed up as promised and
fixed our outboard. By the time the mechanic left and Krystina finished
uploading photos and her post, the fog had returned. To get more of a feel for the area, we walked into the outskirts of the town and enjoyed being entertained by a playful sheep.
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