Kirkjubøur is the historic religious center of the Faroe Islands. The stone cathedral (Magnus Cathedral) built about 1300, is currently being restored, having survived 700 years of Faroese storms. The smaller parish church was originally built about 1100, and has been in continuous use since that time (though it has been rebuild several times). The old cemetery, on the sea side of the church, long ago was washed away by storms, and now the cemetery is relocated to the inland side of the church. There are several other notable old buildings located here including the 900 year old Norwegian smoke house that was brought to the Faroe Islands in the Middle Ages.
A few evenings ago Jógvan took us on a boat ride from Fuglafjørður to Hellur, a small village over the mountain pass from Fuglafjørður. The boat didn’t go over the mountain pass, but took the long way around the mountain and north to the next bay on Eysturoy.
On a beautiful sunny day we visited four of the northern islands, Borðoy, Viðoy, Kunoy, and Kalsoy. This included driving through 7 (yes seven) different one-lane tunnels, once in each direction. This is in addition to the long, under-sea tunnel between Eysturoy and Borðoy islands. On Borðoy there was so much traffic that I caused a traffic jam mid tunnel, and had to back up to a turnout that was already filled with waiting cars.
We took a ferry ride to get to the island of Kalsoy. There are 4 tunnels on Kalsoy, going right up the middle of the island, under mountains and through green valleys. In Mikladalur we ran into friends that I had already met in Fuglafjørður.
We found an open restaurant in Klaksvík and had a late dinner. When we got home, we were met by a relative who was with his ship in Fuglafjørður for a day, and he took us on a tour of his ship. A busy day.
On Sunday we celebrated the 50th wedding anniversary of my brother Peter and his wife Joanne. Some 50 relatives joined us in Fuglafjørður for the celebration. We even had a choir made up of family members, called the Loni Choir, after the name of my father’s house.