An amazing last day.

You need to be lucky to consider your last day on the Faroes being amazing. We were actually lucky twice this past Sunday; first when chosing our trip for the day, and second, it was a true summerday when our ship, M/S Smyril deposited us in the harbor of Tvøroyri on the southernmost of the Faroe islands, Suduroy. Little did we anticipate the beauty of the land- and seascapes we were going to experience during our 4 hours on this island. The two hour voyage from Tórshavn was in itself memorable with some of the islands we had visited seen from the water

Before arriving in Suduroy we passed close to the islands of Stóra and Littla Dimun, the only islands that are impossible for tourists to visit but for different reasons. On the former where you can see the southern tip below, there are two families living year around and the only way to get there is by helicopter, so for tourists that can only make one way trips by air, you cannot get back if you manage to fly there. And you can only be picked up by boat if the weather permits a small boat to moor, a rare event for this exposed island.

Litla Dimun is inhabited by sheep only. Once the summer is over, they need to be hauled down along the steep cliffs into boats, weather permitting. Otherwise they have to to be collected by helicopter that can only land on a small platform on the 414 meter peak of the island...

Once let off the boat we turned south and drove along the east coast of the souther part of Suderoy. In Vagar we crossed over to the more rugged west coast and then opted for a narrow road, leading through a mountain pass rather than using the tunnel on the main road to get us to the village of Sumba and the lighthouse on Akraberg, the southern head of this beautiful island.

The beatiful sunshine had brought the farmers and their families out to collect the hay for the winter. Women and children helped along with the work.

The lighthouse on Akraberg is secured to the ground by thick wires, not to be blown into the sea during the violent storms that may appear from nowhere during the winters. The light is now automated after the last family living in the house on the cliff's edge decided to leave after one such storm a little over 30 years ago. The whole family was sleeping on the upper floor of the house when the storm hit and wanted to go to the basement for protection. However, the only way down was via an outside flight of stairs. The wind was so strong they feared they might be torn off the stairs into the ocean and therefore stayed in the upper floor having to ride out the storm for several days. This is obviously not a place for the weak-hearted...

When we returned to take Smyril back to Tórshavn, banks of thick fog had started to roll in from the east. Soon the island was almost entirely covered and the temperature that was +19 when we arrived had dropped to 10. We did not see the sun or the islands we passed until we arrived in Torshavn, lining up for our return trip to Hirtshals on board our favourite ship, Norröna that arrived to pick us up just before midnight for our 32 hour voyage to Denmark. We'll save you from all the bird shots Dad took while I was reading my Danish books. Stay tuned for what happened next!!