Again a lovely bus ride through the country, passing through two tunnels. These tunnels were only wide enough for one bus, which could be a bit of a problem because when entering the tunnel the driver would not know whether there is oncoming traffic. But every few hundred meters there is a widening which allows one vehicle to move to the side. All very interesting. We were dropped off at the Hotel Norð in the village of Viðareiði.
Now what do we do? One fellow and knowledgeable tourist told us to see Magda at the shop to ask whether we can camp behind the school. She said 'no problem' and it was free of charge. To show our appreciation we felt we had to plough something back into the community and we are therefore now sitting in the hotel having a cup of coffee.Before it came to that we had a walk down to what would have been the harbour and in fact used to be the harbour. Nearby was this little village church with the vicar in attendance, he was busy with some repairs. On enquiring we established that the belief system is Lutheran. He than also showed us around the church, which is plain but nice. He told us the story of some shipwreck in1846 when the village people saved a number of British sailors. As a thanks the village received a grand from the British government, which they used to fix up the church and for some other things in the village.
Further we went exploring the coastline, climbing and jumping over rocks at what obviously used to be the harbour. But the sea had reclaimed most of it. After an extended coffee break in the hotel (DK15) and lunch in the tent we went into the opposite direction. 3.4km down the road, we came to some factory, but we could not figure out what it was there for, fish or sheep?The evening stroll was up the road north. We stopped at a ruined house that could have been a look out post to check for the German Unterseeboote during the war. Sitting in the evening sun was very pleasant and the scenery was stunning.
Today was the day to climb to the top of Villingadalsfjall (844m), and this from sea level. It was a long and arduous slog. The weather was typical Faroese, rain, sun, mist all in quick succession and all at once. Eventually we made it and had a cup of soup at the top. But the journey was not over, now we had to go out to the point Seyðtorva. This is the top of the sea facing cliffs, I measured our altitude as 753m.