The Faroe Islands are beautiful by the mainland, fantastic by the sea, but from the sky they are a unique spectacle in all weather conditions, even the most extreme! And for a helicopter flight, just pay really a few euros.
A very unusual anniversary! Today is an important day for us. Twenty-one years together. And we are in a place that you can rightly define one of the last heaven on earth without falling into banality, just because so little known and popular. The Faroe Islands.
What better way to celebrate than a helicopter?
The helicopter is here considered a taxi. During this period it travel to alternate days or less – or should I say switch to alternate days less! – and it’s subject to some restrictions, such as that it can not be used on the outward and return in the same day, to ensure that not only tourists it in certain periods of the year used it. For the local population is a necessity, not a pleasure.
The landscapes are beautiful and we also consider that more than a half-hour helicopter costs a few euros per person and children are half price (or free), it is clear that it is a unique opportunity!
I’ve never found a rate so low for a helicopter ride! This is true low cost!
Valeria, my daughter of 11 years, is very exiciting. Since yesterday, when we booked at the tourist info, she is pervaded by pure euphoria total. And this morning, for fear of being late she is also woke up with more than an hour in advance.
My husband however is not exactly the same opinion, but of course just a “Daddy!” Spoken in a suppliant as only daughter (and, moreover, unique daughter) can do, in the presence of fathers who literally melt and approve anything, and you’re done!
The helicopter flying from Klasvik in late morning.
It’s cloudy and sometimes rain. It’s not the best to see the isles from sky, but there are still a few hours and, here, anything can happen … and not only meteorologically!
It’s very early morning, we take the opportunity for a walk to the harbour where there are anyone!
Vale! You made us wake up even before the fishermen!
During the night it snowed and the view is changed a lot than yesterday, with mountains all around white. And we are at the end of April.
Valeria asks every minute what time it is and if it is better to move us towards the heliport overlooking the city.
We arrive at the heliport, also without anyone, with a lot of advance and, after a lot of waiting, arrive a guy with the Atlantic Airways jacket (the national airline, which also operates flights helicopter) which opens the heliport.
He doesn’t speak English. We try to explain that we are who we booked by tourist office and we have to go to Hattarvik that … and he answering “yes, yes, yes!” Without clearly understanding anything.
The situation is suspended. We wait helicopter in the warmth of the box and especially sheltered from the strong wind outside. Arrives the right time, but not the helicopter.
After fifteen minutes late, I try to speak with the guy sitting quietly at his desk, showing the clock and trying to make sure that I have understood the time (of which, however, we are absolutely sure) and he looks at us and repeated “yes, yes , yes.”
Now it’s all right!
Valeria enters and exits as caged in this waiting for her even more exhausting, even if it is actually less than the half hour.
At one point, the guy rapidly standing by his desk, maneuver a bit of equipment, dress himself, and beckons us to follow him out, still speaking in his own language. But this time we understood very well that the helicopter is coming!
The wind is very strong and increased by the rotors and the noise of the helicopter so close, it is inebriating for all, especially for Valeria!
The landing is not immediate.
The helicopter slowly approaches the ground and is literally moved by the wind several times before it touches the ground.
I will not tell my husband’s face as he watches everything!
As soon as it touches the ground, a fast nod of the guy, we running toward the cabin, seat belts and put headphones for the noise. It took off immediately. We are already late and there is no time to lose. The high cliff on the right shelter us from the wind.
Say “shelter” is a bit euphemism due to constant changes and movements of cabins. Every time Roberto pales and Valeria screams euphoric, happier than ever. I must admit, however, that see the rotors that seem to touch the rock aside, it makes a particular effect.
The view from the sky is spectacular.
The sky, still cloudy, it is a bit open and if these islands are beautiful from ground and wonderful from sea, from sky are truly unique!
We are a very small dot in the vastness of nature. No photo, taken through the window, does justice to the majesty of this experience.
The sea below us is rough. And we look it with curiosity and interest, completely unaware how the day will proceed for us!
The cabin is everything for us. Roby! Try to make a smile for picture!
Just out in the open sea, without the shelter of the cliff, the helicopter seems crazy. The movement are frequent, as well as the sudden skidding. It seems impossible to keep flying so small helicopter (which is not so small!). And today the weather conditions aren’t so difficult for these islands.
Valeria has a impossible adrenaline and keeps jumping on the seat with indescribable euphoria and Roby … is pallid and not see the time to land.
It’s a bit sad that he is not able to fully enjoy of the landscape around.
And to admire all from a point of view that unusual.
Valeria instead continues to look around more and more satisfied.
From my position a little aside respect to each other, I can observe phrases and glances between the pilots and I think that the pilot who driving the helicopter is in training. But this, I’ll say to my husband only when he go down.
The views of this nature are very scenic.
And we continue to photograph the sea increasingly rough… but we’ll stop it in a few hours, when we find into the huge waves.
The flight is very short for me and Valeria and very long for Roby, but great for everyone.
And the cliffs enchant all.
The houses are few, as in the whole archipelago.
And the villages are always made in places where the ground is more comfortable … always for these standards.
It seems that these islands have been defined by a large knife and cut. Infinite are the species that can be seen and in summer are the best habitat for puffins.
Also in this season you can still observe many species of birds.
It seems impossible that they can survive in such extreme conditions. And we’re in late spring … In winter is worse!
The most big villages have a dozen houses, many of which are now uninhabited. Here they live in really extreme conditions.
This place is a paradise for trekking and there are many brave people who discover the wildest paths. We have met several of them and each time we asked ourselves how they can spend the night in tents in this cold and rain.
Although perhaps … I don’t love trekking, but I’d like trying! But we do not have enough time.
The helicopter goes down for what should be the first landing. According to what we have been told, our flight includes a first landing in Svinoy, the only village on the Snivoy island and a new start to Hattarvik to land on the island of Flugoy, which is the most extreme village of archipelago.
In the island of Flugoy, our destination, there are two village. The girl of tourist info informed us that the boat for the return will start of the other village. When she explained us that we would have to walk the distance, we immediately replied that we weren’t interested in the program, but she insisted and repeat “soft walk” between the two places.
Our daughter continued to jump, saying “let’s go, let’s go!” and we persuaded ourself to go.
The guy with the orange jacket and the writing behind Atlantic Airways is in charge of the operations of embarking or disembarking.
We observe astonished the old married couple who board with their luggage. They have a whole dried sheep wrapped in a black nylon! And they’re bringing it on helicopter. Here, anything can happen!
It seems that the wind of the Faroe gives this food, so delicious for residents, a unique and very special taste. We have tasted it in the . It’s very strong and wild, completely outside the standard of taste we are used to!
As we watch amazed this scene, the pilot gets out and approaches at the open door asking us where we’re going. I respond promptly: “Hattarvik” and he informs me that we are in Hattarvik.
We talk a bit and he smiles. Surely he knows better than me where we are, but the idea of finding ourself alone on this island, in this season, without the possibility of returning to civilization maybe for two or three days … it’s not particularly excited for me! Especially with a little girl. In addition in this two islands there is neither a shop or a place to sleep … unless we opt for one of many byres available to share with a few sheep.
I showed him the map that I perpetually keep in hand, dear traveling companion and surrogate of all my safety and my certainties here are few (the tom tom does not map anything here!) And I make sure beyond doubt about our position.
This beautiful blond boy, who give us a smile like “top gun”, off his glasses, he says sure, in perfect English, enunciating the words very quietly and pointing on my map: “We are at Hattarvik. Here. We are on the north island. We are in the outermost village. And this is your destination! “
Okkkkk! Now I’m sure to understand all!
You’ve convinced me to get out of your helicopter to abandon me on this island!
And while he’s definitely mentally ending the sentence with a “This helicopter coast a thousands of euro for every minute that is wasted on! Do you want to get out?!? “… But nothing transpires from his face friendly, professional and smiling!
Some photos. Now also my husband, at ground, smiles with satisfaction! All the while the dogs in the background, the inevitable companions of these islands, barking jumping and chasing the helicopter rotors.
The helicopter quickly starts to a new destination.
Once again seems to touch the mountains with the rotors.
It goes away quickly as he arrived, leaving only the echo of his presence in our ears.
We love immediately the desolation of these places.
Complete silence is broken only by the wind and by few sheep. And nature is everywhere, in spite of the man who tries to tame it in these places for thousands of years.
Poetry nice but it’s very little. Always with my faithful map in hand, that turn and turn… something not quite right! And I assure you that I was not wrong to read the map and here isn’t particularly difficult. There are no roads. You can not use a car and there is only one way of communication, which can be described as little more than a wide path, connecting the two villages. With the delay of the helicopter, we now have only one hour to walk to the harbor and make our “soft walk”.
The problem here is that there is no “soft walk” to be taken … a single road climbs nearly vertical on the mountain. Around there are only grass and rock. There aren’t any doubts, even though my traveling companions are still too busy to relax one and lost their adrenaline the other, to notice that.
I go quickly to the guy with the orange jacket. That, as expected, doesn’t speak English!
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