September 27 Paris to the Faroe Islands

First glimpse of the towering cliffs

Today we flew out to Vagar in the Faroe Islands where Arctic temperatures await us. At 62N (just a few degrees south of the official boundary of the Arctic Circle), the Faroes lie midway between Norway and Iceland, and are NW of the Shetland Islands.  The plane wasn’t full which I hope augurs well for a quiet visit. But when we touched down the temperature was 4C (feeling like -6C!)

We arrived late as dusk was falling and collected our hire car which was to accompany us on our explorations over the next 11 days. I had downloaded off-line maps for the Faroes and set off for our hotel – the Vagar Airport Hotel. Remember that name because it was many Km before we found the hotel driving down dark lanes only to be pulled up short at farm gates. We were hopelessly lost but I had a map right?! (I should have referred to our itinerary because that gave directions but no …..  ) I finally said let’s go back to the airport and start again and voila - there not far from the airport was the hotel – dark and a little hidden but with a few welcoming lights on.  We both breathed a huge sigh of relief and dashed inside (it was raining) to check in. 

Inside it was warm and inviting so we dumped our bags are headed in for dinner - by this time it was going on 9PM.

The sitting cum games room.