Leaving Aeduvik, we found free parking on the outskirts of Torshavn (Thor's Harbour) and decided to spend the day on foot and walk into town and around. We started off by following the water down to the harbour, and the old Skansin fortress. Around for nearly 500 years protecting this vital harbour, the fort gained a few cannons and some British soldiers during World War II.
Today, the harbour bustles with fishing vessels, ferries and pleasure craft old and new. One can ferry to nearby Nolsoy island, further afield to far-flung Suduroy, or even catch a weekly ferry that runs between Denmark and Iceland with a stop in Torshavn. All of the European camper vans and motorcycles we have seen during our visit arrive and depart on the Norrona.
Around the harbour we found the Faroese parliament, a historic site called Tinganes out on a rock on the headland. With vivid red buildings and turf roofs, it is one of the oldest parliamentary meeting places in the world. We even passed the Prime Minister's door!
Downtown we found coffee and pastries at Paname Cafe, then wandered next door into the bookshop where we found some puffin mugs and a book about the islands called "The Land of Maybe" for some future reading about real-life in the Faroes.
Meandering uptown to the SMS Mall and back down, we later found lunch at an Irish Pub back at the harbour, for a delicious burger and some local brews. Later still, after we set up at the Torshavn campground, we found the epic old Mikkeller Pub in the older part of the downtown, complete with sod roof and lots of local beer on tap.
Wandering back to the campground, we had a tea and shared a simple but delicious dinner of boil-in-bag spaghetti. A lot of the friends we had made over the past week were also staying at the campground, as many fellow travelers were heading onto Iceland in the morning aboard the Norrona, and we bid them safe travels until next time.....including the Spaniard on the motorcycle that we had seen at four different campgrounds!
We spent a particularly windy night with the gusts buffeting the van. As the storm raged without, Jane weathered a gall bladder attack within for a decidedly rocky night.










































































