My new Sunday ritual

Today I was determined to spend my last day in Faroes seeing another island. I hopped the bus to the northernmost island Nordoyggjar to see the town Klaksvik. It took an hour and a half driving through spectacular roads where the land rises up sharply from the water and waterfalls tumble back down to the sea. This is the kind of country where the bus has to stop to let sheep cross the road. The road system is marvelous including a subsea tunnel with exposed rock walls. I got to Klaksvik and got out to walk around. It was Sunday so everything was closed, raining and cold (just breaking 50 deg fah). I walked around a bit and determined it was not exactly one of the quaint villages so I grabbed the bus back the next hour. I had seen a Faroese art museum at the edge of the little forest that was opened today so decided to go there.

The art museum had a great permanent collection with local artists in different mediums both old and new. I really enjoyed it. As a weird observation the floor was made from wood shaped like bricks. It was very unique.

After I left the museum I was heading back to the forest path when I heard it. The sweet sound of a crowd and athletes warming up. Hooray!! It was soccer time! I went to the field and this time it was a proper game with a home team and away team from another island. I arrived just before it started. I asked the guy selling tickets if I could buy 1. He asked me which team I was for. So I asked him what team he might recommend. He sold me the ticket for the home team (HB in the red/black stripes) and asked me where I was from. When I told him he asked what in the world I was doing there. I casually admitted I came to Faroes to watch futbol of course! He checked on me at halftime to see if I was enjoying the game and to make sure I knew which team I was rooting for.

This makes the second Sunday in a row I've caught a soccer game. I'm beginning to think this is a sign.

After the game (my team won!) I was hungry again since I survive off mixed nuts, a banana and the fuel from my free breakfast so I headed to town. I was really craving something familiar and healthy. I remembered seeing a Faroese Japanese cafe that looked very modern and interesting. It is decorated sparingly with orange and black accents in an Asian meets Ikea way. I ordered green tea, miso soup and vegetable sushi. The vegetable sushi included snow pea, tofu pouch and roll with asparagus, cucumber. It was exactly what I was craving and I was recharged. Sitting there sipping my tea, browsing a Danish gourmet magazine (looking at the pictures) and listening to Portishead overhead was another one of those quiet zen moments that will go in the archive.

Now I'm waiting to get on the ferry that will leave at 1:30am to take me to Denmark. Faroes have been exotically beautiful but I'm seriously craving some warm, dry weather. Hopefully Scandinavia will deliver and I can finally wear some different clothes!