Dramatic

What a day! The forecast was good so we wanted to make the most of the day. I think we succeeded.


We went to Tjørnuvik (2 buses), accessible only by a 5km single-track dead-end road,  in a narrow, secluded bay, north of Stremoy Island. It is so secluded that it doesn't see the sun in winter until March when it is high enough to pop up above the mountains. 


We started hiking and soon met K, a young German woman on her way down - she wanted to go to Mylingur but there was no track and she didn't have a map. That's where we were going, and we had a good map so we suggested she came with us. After reaching the 500m col, we followed high ground for a couple of kilometres, and came to the edge of a 600m cliff that plunged vertically into the Atlantic Ocean. We could see Mylingur (pictured) to the North and along the coast to the South. Stunning views. 


Back down in Tjørnuvik, we had coffee with freshly-made waffles, rhubarb sauce and cream, prepared by an old guy in the village. A weird feature of the day was the arrival in the village of eight identical electric Audis hoping to get a publicity photoshoot - they didn't stay very long, so I doubt they were successful. K gave us a lift so we could catch an earlier bus back to Tórshavn. 


We arrived in glorious sunshine so we decided to take the ferry to the island of Nolsoy for the evening.  SparseRunner had heard that "Maggie's" bar was an institution - I see why!!


We had a couple of drinks and fish and chips on the terrace - getting really hot (!!). A couple of people came and sat with us for a chat. 
As soon as the sun went behind the hills, it got cold on the terrace so we went downstairs where the landlord and three others were belting out Queen covers (slightly off-key) and other rock classics to a small room of rather drunk locals. We had another drink with another friendly and slightly drunk local of our age from Tórshavn. Soon it was time for us to leave for the last ferry to Torshávn - but so did half the pub..  Our new "friend" got us a can of beer each to drink on the boat (and two for himself) and we left. On the way to the ferry, we came across a big lad who had fallen, and split his head open, so one of his mates and SparseRunner helped him down to the ferry. We drank our can of beer on the ferry with our friend (singing Dr Hook songs - him, not us) and watched the sun set over the hills. As we arrived at the ferry port, so did the ambulance that had been called for the injured guy.