Given the local weather forecast, today we decided to chase the sun. Using the Foroyar Live weather app, we could see that the southern island of Sandoy alone was predicted to have some sun......just a few subsea tunnels away!
We made breakfast and coffee in the Aeduvik kitchen. After spending an annoying hour on the phone with our bank, to iron out some issues with their travel card security measures, we set out and retraced our route back to Runavik. We grabbed some Faroese kronur from an ATM, as cash was the expected form of payment at a lot of campsites this late in the season where staff were no longer present - put in an envelope and dropped in a box on the honour system.
From there, we zipped back through the Jellyfish Roundabout and took the subsea tunnel back to Streymoy (toll about $37 CDN each time), where we skirted the capital Torshavn and made our way to the southwest coast of the island. At the old ferry port to the island of Sandoy, an 11 km subsea tunnel had just opened in 2024 to make commuting a more feasible reality for Sandoy residents, dropping over 500 feet (155 m) below the water before arcing back up to the island. It was a steep toll of 350 DKK (about $75 CDN), but at least that included the return to "mainland" Streymoy.
We stopped in Sandur for some souvenirs and a local hotdog, an upright experience that was new to us but timely and delicious. After exploring the town a little and the local campsite, we opted to take a narrow road up over the mountain to the southern tip of the island, where through another mountain tunnel lay the small village of Dalur ("valley" in Faroese) where we would camp for the night.
And what a scenic valley it was. By the time we arrived, the light drizzle had abated and the promised sunshine was waiting. After exploring the village, we started a hike up a farmer's trail to a waterfall, with the vistas behind becoming ever more stunning as we climbed. Unfortunately, Jane felt the makings of a migraine coming on, so we erred on the side of caution and started back down rapidly while she could. Luckily we made it back to the van and got some meds into her before the worst set in.
While she napped in the van, I enjoyed the sea air and sounds while re-reading "The Sword of Shannara" and poring over maps to plan out our future days. When Jane eventually stirred, we had an easy dinner of boil-in-bag chili macaroni. After having had the campsite to ourselves all day, a young German couple in a camper van arrived to share the scenic spot.
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