Scenes from Four Towns

Here are an assortment of pictures from four towns. The main things they have in common are bays, mountains, and green grass.

In Fuglafjørður I attended an unusual concert by two Swiss musicians. One man played an assortment of alpenhorns. The other sang with a very unusual technique that allowed him to sing two tones at one time. He sang a low note, and then the melody was made by overtones of the low note, made by changing the shape of his mouth and throat. It was quite amazing. I also have some pictures of a soccer game between Fuglafjørður and Runavík. I was standing near the radio announcers, but I couldn’t understand them at all. I also took a walk along the far east side of the bay to the fields where the sheep are grazing.

Here are also a few scenes from Gøta, which is where I am staying now. There are three towns in Gøta, South Gøta, North Gøta, and Gøta by the Ravine. I walked out in the fields around Syðragøta and, as usual, saw a lot of sheep.

A few days ago Gunnleyg and I took an evening drive to the towns of Hellur and Oyndarfjørður, which are in the next bay to the north of Fuglafjørður. To get there we drive over the pass to the long Skálafjørður bay, going north to the pass leading to the Oyndarfjørður bay. The two towns sit on opposite sides of the bay.

My borrowed internet connection is quite weak, and it has taken me a long time to upload them to the internet. It seems to work better with the door open, and I am sitting here in the windy hallway with my coat on, so I hope you enjoy these photos.

Observations on Eating

  • At home we eat sandwiches with our hands.
  • Here we eat sandwiches with a knife and fork.
  • At home we eat pancakes for breakfast with a fork.
  • Here we eat pancakes (rolled with sugar) for dessert with our fingers.
  • At home, if you have a meal of bread, it is probably because you don’t have anything else in the house. Sometimes you hear that bread and water is served to prisoners or naughty children.
  • Here, be sure you never turn down an invitation to a meal of bread. It is a real treat. At the bottom, it starts with a piece of bread, usually the dark, dense Scandinavian bread. Each piece is piled high with different toppings – ham, roast beef, fish, or shrimp – with many different garnishes – tomato, cucumber, lemon slices, orange slices, pineapple, grated carrots, caviar, and so forth – each with its own specially seasoned topping of mayonnaise or mustard or some unknown sauce. Each piece of bread is a colorful work of art that tastes at least as good as it looks. It is almost a pity to ruin the bread by cutting into it with your knife and fork, but it tastes so good it would be a shame not to. This bread definitely needs a knife and fork.
  • Sightseeing with Senior Citizens

    On Monday, the “pensionisters” or senior citizens from Gøta and Leirvík went on a day-long sightseeing trip to the island of Sandoy. It was a beautiful, warm spring day, perfect for sightseeing.

    About 25 of us left Gøta on the bus at 9:30 in the morning, driving across the island of Eysturoy, across the island of Streymoy, through the capital city of Tórshavn, and on to the ferry landing at Gamlarætt on the west of Streymoy. The ferry took us to the town of Skopun on the island of Sandoy. We drove through the town of Sandur, named for the beautiful sandy beach. Then we crossed the island to the town of Húsavík, where there is a small village of 550 year old stone Viking houses. The Vikings built their houses with curved walls, and then used their up-side-down boat as roofs during the stormy winter months. We had dinner in a hall in Húsavík.

    From Húsavík, we drove further south, along the edge of a rather sharp cliff, on a narrow single lane road, which ended in the small town of Dalur (meaning Valley). In the larger towns, grazing sheep just ignore the passing traffic, but in the quiet and remote town of Dalur, the sheep all turned tail and ran away at the sound of the approaching bus.

    From Dalur, we returned through Húsavík to Sandur, where we were served dessert at the senior center. The small shop next door did some good business while the bus was in town. Then we went drove back to the ferry at Skopun, and back through Tórshavn. For this part of the trip, I was on the side of the bus that had a view of the city, so I took pictures looking through the bus window over the city of Tórshavn. I call this part of the trip “The Roofs of Tórshavn.”

    We made our way along the edges of the islands, through two tunnels under mountains, and finally arrived back in Gøta at dinner time. It was a beautiful day,with no rain and hardly even any wind.

    However, I think I prefer the American terms of “Sightseeing with the Senior Citizens” instead of the Faroese phrase “Pensionister Tour.” Somehow a pensionister seems much older than a senior citizen.


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