Setting Sail to the Unseen

The Faroe Islands had always been on my radar, a place where the ocean’s whispers seemed to call out to me. When I heard about the Súðuroy Island Day Trip, I knew it was time to answer that call. The day began with the 08:45 ferry from Tórshavn, a two-hour journey that offered a serene passage past the islands of Nólsoy, Sandoy, and Skúvoy. The sea was calm, and the air was crisp, a perfect start to what promised to be an unforgettable adventure.

As we arrived at the port of Tvøroyri, the island of Suðuroy unfolded before us, a tapestry of rugged landscapes and quaint villages. Our guide, Thomas, along with his cousin, welcomed us with warm smiles and a promise of a day filled with discovery. Their knowledge of the island was impressive, and their passion for sharing its hidden gems was infectious.

Exploring the Heart of Suðuroy

Our journey took us through the heart of Suðuroy, where each village seemed to tell its own story. We stopped in Famjin, a charming fishing village where the original Faroese flag resides. The waterfall nearby was a sight to behold, cascading down with a gentle roar that echoed the island’s untamed spirit.

The hike to the summit of Hvannhagi was a highlight, offering spectacular views that seemed to stretch on forever. Standing there, with the wind in my hair and the ocean below, I felt a deep connection to the island, a reminder of the many times I’ve stood on a surfboard, feeling the same thrill of nature’s embrace.

Lunch in Tvøroyri was a delightful affair, a chance to savor local flavors and share stories with fellow travelers. The homemade fermented lamb was a taste of tradition, a culinary adventure that added to the day’s rich tapestry.

A Journey Through Time

The northern tip of the island held the echoes of the Faroese saga, a history that Thomas narrated with vivid detail. It was here that one of the main events of the saga unfolded, a tale of bravery and resilience that resonated with the island’s rugged beauty.

Our final stop was in Hvalba, where the ancient coal mines stood as a testament to the island’s industrious past. The story of pirates landing and ravaging the village added a touch of intrigue, a reminder of the island’s storied past.

As we boarded the ferry back to Tórshavn, the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the water. It was a day of discovery, a journey through time and nature that left me with a sense of wonder and a longing to return. The Faroe Islands had revealed their unseen beauty, and I was grateful to have experienced it firsthand.