Trongisvagsfjordur and heading out for the south
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Enough of that, weâ€™re almost to Suduroy. It is the southernmost island and the fourth largest. Its distance from
We round the peninsula and enter the Trongisvagsfjordur and head for Suduroyâ€™s largest city, Tvoroyri, population 850. For this island, this is the big city!
Some clouds had moved back in but, there was still much sun to be had. At this point I was red from sunburn and windburn. I didnâ€™t know which was the one hurting me. It was probably the combination of both.
Tvoroyriâ€™s ferry point is across the fjord at Drelnes. Bus times are coordinated with ferry schedules. They make it easy.
Tvoroyri looked like an interesting little mountain side / fjord side village but, it would have to wait. I got on the bus to take me to the southern destination of Vagur.
To the bus stop. He arrived a bit late but, as long as he picks me upâ€¦.Iâ€™m good. We make our way back, passing the lovely Hov and Oravik.
Back in Tvoroyri, I get out and have about an hour to look around. I want to make a connection to go to Famjin, a beautiful, remote and special place to the Faroese.
I walk around the town and get a feel for it. There was a really colorful (mostly red) building with a fantastic door! The colors and design are very unusual, even for Foroyar. Over the door is Hellige Herren. I will have to find out the meaning.....back to you on that one.
Walking along the fjord (Trongisvagsfjordur) and enjoyed the now familiar craggly peaks that Foroyar is known for.
There was a little â€śart parkâ€ť along the water where I had read about the interesting things to be seen. There was a whaleâ€™s jaw bone that was brought back by a fisherman from Suduroy. It was huge!
There was a column of rock looking like the cliffs and bronze gulls atop. There was also, in the center, an anchor, fish, and bird sort of sculptureâ€¦very interesting. Also, at one end was anâ€¦â€¦I donâ€™t knowâ€¦â€¦evil fighting fish???
These were all apart of the Gallari Oyggin, that was just across the street.
There was also a large interesting rock that was removed during the excavation of Hovstunnel, 2006. It has Kalkspat and red iron.
I took a few pictures of the art in the front yard of the gallery. There artists have a very unique point view, very creative.
At this point, I determined that I had a problem, a BIG one! My cameraâ€™s battery light was flashing, going dead. I pulled out the trusty second battery and it immediately started flashing, as well. It was out of juice, too. AAAARRRGGGGHH!!!
So, I know that I can probably get a few more pics out of each battery. I have to be strategic and perfect with the picture taking. I canâ€™t exactly just come back to this remote place, easily.
I was on my way to the quaint little church in townâ€¦.
So, I enjoyed the little town and was now ready to go to Famjin. Ok, the reason itâ€™s so important is that on hung in a glass case on the back wall of the village church is the original Foroyar flag (Merkid). The red cross fringed with blue on a white background was the idea of Jens Oliver Lisberg and two of his friends. They had the radical idea of creating a flag for their country to further their own dreams of independence for Foroyar. It was first flown following a church service in Famjin in June 1919. It took several more decades before it as officially recognized. With the advent of Home Rule in 1948, the Merkid had finally come of age and was adopted as the national flag.
I waited at the bus stop for the bus.
I waited and waited and 15:10 passed, 15:25 passed, and then at 15:40 I walked across the street to the bus station, where someone was still working, and told them that the 15:10 never showed up. The guy (Jans Pieter) was very surprised. He checked his schedule and said that he should have come. He tried to call several times and had no luck. He went to ask someone else about an option and returned with nothing. A lady looking at the schedule told me that I would have not been able to get back as there are only return busses on Tuesday and Friday.
AAAARRRGGHH! I was not going to get there. I told Jans Pieter that I had really wanted to see the beautiful village and the first flag of Foroyar.
Surprise of all surprises, he says he will take me himself. He said that it would be a terrible shame to come all this way and not make it. I thanked him, profusely. We got into his little car and sped away.