Solo in the Faroes, with a bad map
Eight days of ferries, sheep, and asking strangers if the road really ends in a cliff (it does).
Nora Alviar
Writer & photographer
Cover: Philipp Waldhauer / Unsplash
The rental car came with a warning: “The fog will lie to you.” It did, on the second day, on the road to Gásadalur, and I laughed alone in the car because there was no one to laugh to.
There are eighteen islands here, and only one of them is in a hurry.
By the end of the week I had a routine. Coffee at the same bakery in Tórshavn. A ferry ticket bought from a man who never asked for my name. A view I stopped photographing because it kept being better than the picture.
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