In search of a sandy beach
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I get on, Iâ€™m the only one! The driver asks my destination and I tell him, Sandur. So, off we go. Now I chose Sandur due to its unique qualities, here in Foroyar. Itâ€™s the only place that has a sand beach, sand dunes and the sand is black volcanic. This makes for a special experience in this island grouping.
My mother had asked me recently if I would be going anywhere that I could bring back black sand. I had just returned from
We cross the island up and down some mountains and even a beautiful lake.
We arrive and I am surprised that we are already there as it took just a short time to get there. The village seemed more like a subdivision than even a real village. I asked to be certainâ€¦..â€ťIs this Sandur?â€ť. The driver said it was, so I got out. I confirmed the location of my pick up. I didnâ€™t want to screw that up.
I first walked over to a map of the village and surrounding area. I saw a tourist information center and was shocked and happy.
I met a very friendly man who was happy to offer the information that I was seeking concerning the directions to the beach.
He thanked me for my time in filling it out and I thanked him for his help with directions.
Sandoy is one of the most fertile parts of Foroyar, interestingly enough. It's switchback road from Skopun was the first road to be completed in Foroyar, in 1917. The northern end has a small and a much larger lake that take up most of the valley on that end. Then the valley spreads out and in the center Sandur sits on a narrow promontory. Grotvik and Sandvagur (bays) sit to left to right, respectively.
The village church, now the 7th one on the site, was once the home of a Norwegian stave church from 1000 AD - 1100 AD.
The village, itself, is home to only several dozen homes but, it it the town with the most services on the island, including a tourist information center. There's not much of anything to see in the village. There are several beautiful expamples of turf houses but, most are newer and without charm.
Now, I didnâ€™t think that I was confused but, obviously was. Where I thought he told me to go and where it actually was â€¦â€¦two different things. I walked about 45 minutes out of the way (round trip). Itâ€™s a long story that isnâ€™t that interestingâ€¦..I figured it out and saw beautiful views along the way, enough said.
So, I find the road that parallels the sand dunes that stretch just a small area that rests between the two mountain ranges.
The village across the way is very dramatic from a distance as it has a very tall waterfall that ends in the middle of town. The protective mountains, behind, are like a natural stone wall with water feature, thanks nature, it's beautiful.
I walk along the road and there is a field, being farmed, separating me from the dune area. I canâ€™t see any way to reach it other than crossing it with itâ€™s gaggle of geese between me and the sea. So, I set out across it. As usual, I can only look down and not ahead at the view. There is so much poo that it is difficult to not step in it. With every step I must be vigilant and watch. There is just so much of itâ€¦..aarrgghhh! I just look and walk as fast as I can. The fog had lessened and I was concerned that it wouldnâ€™t last. I had an opportunity, now.
I reached the fence separating the field and the beach, over I go.
The sand has a grey brown from a distance but it is black up close. There is a white grain to it so; itâ€™s not as black as the sand at Vik,
I walked all the down to where the waves were breaking against the dune peninsula. You could see where the river from the waterfall and the waves from the ocean were intermingling.
Now, the fog was not working with me.
I started back, walking fast but, trying to pay attention to my footing. I didnâ€™t want to fall again. Once at the field, the fog was already so thick that I couldnâ€™t see the road or the lighting that I knew had already turned on. I could see the brown of the tilled dirt that was to one side of the field that I crossed. I followed the edge of it, also trying not to step in the poo, a tough challenge.
I made it too the road. I could feel the edge of the road because it felt different than the dirt. I couldnâ€™t see it. The fog was terrible. I would barely make out the street light that was close. I walked that road back to the main road.
Back in the town center I waited for the bus to return. I wish that I could stay longer but, at least I came and know what is here. I can come back.
The bus returned and I got on, along with a group of kids. We picked up another two people at the marina. I hadnâ€™t made it down there. Halfway between the village and the ferry, we dropped the kids off at a center of some kind. I guess they need something to do, right.