A day in Klaksvik, the heart of Nordoyggar
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I slept in and was in desperate need of doing so. I even slept with the television on and Iâ€™m a light sleeper. Thatâ€™s just how tired I was.
I finally sat upright in bed around . I ate a little breakfast while watching Wednesday nightâ€™s episode of Top Chef. After that I took a shower and prepared for my day.
I decided to go to the ferry / bus terminal and get a schedule and maybe buy a transport card. The transport here is very expensive. I guess youâ€™ve heard me say that about everything, right. I was checking online about possible trips for the day and it was going to cost me between 9 and 12 euro each way for the choices I was considering.
I walked in the direction of the harbor. I took a turn that I hadnâ€™t previously and the view was different. I needed to get to the terminal but I was distracted by the many, many little colored wooden building with turf roofs. I had found the old town. This was really great. It was a village unto itself. Some of the houses grass roofs almost met the grass on the ground level. I decided that I could come back later as my options for my trip today were going to become limited with the time passing.
I headed to the terminal. The kiosk attached to the front of the building with the bus route plan looked like the obvious place ďż˝ďż˝" wrong. The lady there didnâ€™t understand â€śbus and ferry scheduleâ€ť. She just didnâ€™t speak English. I looked around and there was a glass door to a lobby area.
I decided to go to Klaksvik, today. It was in Nordoyggjar (northern islands) on the
The next bus to Klaksvik would leave at . So, I had about an hour and a half to kill. I decided that I would go back to the lighthouse as it was not raining or windy, today. The clouds were, dare I say it, lessening.
On my way to the lighthouse, I remembered the picture from the travel guide and wasnâ€™t too far from where it must have been taken. I set out on a mission to find it. From the terminal, it had to be around the end of this farthest peninsula. I walked around to the farthest point that I could. I couldnâ€™t get all the way to the end as a transport company had a fence blocking access. I did make it far enough, though. I could see as it is in the travel guide. What a great view this was. The whole city of
I was pleasantly surprised when I climbed to the top of the fortress and the view across to Nolsoy was fantastic. The sky even was showing a bit of blue! Was that really blue? There were dramatic clouds making their passing across the mountain faces as the parting ensued.
To my left was a rocky beach area where the waves were crashing and shooting skyward. It was fantastic. The water had the most beautiful aqua color mixed in with the deep blue. It was quite a color fest with the black rocks, deep blue and aqua of the water and the white of the crashing wave, picture perfect.
I love the sound of crashing waves.
I made my way along the harbor (I walk this harbor many a time over the course of seven days) and up the Tinganes promontory. I passed the most interesting alleys with brightly colored doors on black dingy houses. I revisited the favorite of mine (the black house with the red trim on everything. The dayâ€™s light was better and I hoped for clear pics.
I took my time walking through the old town making my way to the end of the peninsula. I passed many government buildings including the prime ministerâ€™s office. Nearby there was what looked to be a very old split log house that you might normally see deep in the woods, a nice contrast.
I walked out to the very tip of the peninsula and enjoyed the views back and over the entire harbor. The wind was now whipping up and the Foroyar flag was flapping loudly. What a view.
Looking at the time, I headed back to the terminal in time for the bus to arrive. I got on, showed my card, thought about my seat ďż˝ďż˝" side selection based on direction traveling, and waited for the show to begin.
The first area we went through was the southwestern coast of
We make our way around the Kalbaksfjordur in the south and Kollafjordur in lower central Streymoy. With each new curve or bend there were more dramatic and numerous waterfalls. The curves and bends where the mountains follow the fjord remind me of jello molds in a kind of tiered effect, strange, I know.
There were fisheries and other light industry along the fjords.
As we moved northward there was an increase in waterside little fishing houses, like row houses at the waterâ€™s edge.
We reached the bridge across the Sundini to Esturoy and there was a wait. First of all this is a small bridge, really small, given itâ€™s the only way to get between the two biggest islands. Itâ€™s under repair so only one lane is open!!! Anyway, the water area along the bridge area was filled with little white birds and black birds, dotting the water, and sheep at the waterâ€™s edge grazing away.
We were half way there!
Welcome to Esturoy.
In this area clouds were crossing the mountain facings for a really dramatic effect. Approaching the Skalafjordur, we crossed a wetland type of landscapeâ€¦.beautiful.
Continuing on we reached a beach townâ€¦yes, beach town of
On the way through Streymoy and Esturoy we passed so many beautiful mountain villages that I must make a day of walking between themâ€¦.
We had now reached the eastern edge of Esturoy and headed down the long, long tunnel (Nordoyatunnilin) under the Leirviksfjordur. Itâ€™s 9 km long and has the strange lighting. There was a section in the middle of the 6300 meter tunnel that had red, blue, and green lighting. Itâ€™s a light art installation. It, also, is 450 meters (almost 1500 feet) below the level of the sea at its lowest point, making it the deepest undersea road tunnel in the world. To give you a reference point, the channel tunnel at its lowest point in only 75 meters (225 feet) deep.
We exited the tunnel and seemed to have found civilization in this far northern corner of Foroyar.
Welcome to Bordoy, the heart of Nordoyggar. Iâ€™ve already explained the landscape of the area but, it is worth repeating. There is a beautiful basalt basalt rocky beach area with the prerequisite fishing houses on the southern side on the Bordoyarvik. The northern side of the city is wrapped from the flat land around two mountain ranges. The Kalsoyarfjordur and the Haraldssun meet at this point with the butt end of the
Klaksvik is the second largest city in Foroyar at only 5,000 people. It is quite sleepy!
The bus let us off in the center flat area that gave me the opportunity to walk down both sides of the harbor and enjoy the views.
The town was more modern as itâ€™s not that old. There were the usual multi color but modern construction and normal roof materials.
I stopped in the townâ€™s woolen outlet where the goods come straight from the local workshop. They had some beautiful designs but, Iâ€™m not a wool kind of guy! The also had a strange souvenir ďż˝ďż˝" a crystal rectangle with an etched image of the tunnel to Klakavik. It was discounted from 200 kroner to 100 kroner but, no thank you.
I walked through the marina and took some pictures of little boats; one was even named for the city.
There really wasnâ€™t much more to see on this side so, l went back to the center point and then climbed the town area on the opposite mountain. There is a church that large black and stands out in this sea of average. Itâ€™s not beautiful but, itâ€™s functional. I was told by a local that the roof design is that of an upside down boat. He said that was incase the town needed to use it someday. He was kidding, I think.
I found the one beer maker in Foroyar called Foroya Njor and has a ram as itâ€™s logo. This side is more commercial but provides more picturesque views of the valley, fjord and Kunoy.
There were a couple of buildings that had painted murals.
There was a nice fountain on a corner. It had a large rock with a metal plate with the carving of a fish over water, the city symbol, modern and interesting.
As I was walking back, I saw a little park with a small basalt monument with flowers around. Iâ€™m not sure of its purpose with was a nice rest stop. There was a sculpture in the nearby square with huge rocks as bookends and a female sculpture held between it horizontally, about 15 feet off the ground.
I crossed the street to go back and check the return time and noticed a little stone mile marker that would have been used long ago.
After walking back to the bus stop and being told that the next bus was in an hour and 10 minutes, I decided to walk to the bay on the other side. It had been raining on an off but, so what, right!
I walked through mostly residential area and ended up at a large discount store with a full parking lotâ€¦western influence!
Just down from it was the overlook for the beach and bay. I took a few pictures and then decided to walk down the path that leads down to the water and in front of the fishing houses. The wind was picking up and the water quite choppy.
A close up look at the fishing houses revealed a sad state of repair but, beautiful in its weathered state. I absorbed this unique view of the little fishing houses on the bay with menacing mountains. It was a moment.
The rain picked up so, I left and made my way back to the bus shelter. A local was there trying to keep dry. He looked a little rough but was friendly. He had been drinking and still was, smoking also. His English was rough but we were able to communicate and had a nice conversation. He shook my hand and told me to enjoy me time in Foroyar.
Night was falling so, I took a few night shots of the harbor all lit up.
Upon the return I walked along the harbor in
I returned to the guesthouse and made myself a nice dinner. I worked on the previous nightâ€™s blog and watched Uptown Girls on DVD.
When I finished blogging for the night, I lay in bed and fell asleep with the TV on. I was t i r e d.
What will I do tomorrow? I know it will be filled with excitement and adventure. I am ready for it.