Faroe Islands Day 3 - Eysturoy island

Today, we woke up to a surprise semi clear ish weather - there were patches of sky and it wasn’t raining! We decided first to go back to the iconic waterfall at Gasadur before leaving the south. Indeed, it was clearer than two days before and we took a lot more of the stunning pictures. The scene is mesmerizing no matter how many times you’ve seen it before. We then drove to Eysturoy - two islands over.

On the way, we were treated to the magical rainbow bridge over the fjord. It gave me a tinge of sadness though - is this the rainbow bridge that dead pets go to?

We then drove to a small village Eidi - the free guide book said that we could see The Giant and The Witch sea stacks from there, and we really hoped so, because we didn’t really see them at all in yesterdays fog, from the Streymore island. Indeed, we found the view point (marked on Google Maps!) and they were very enchanting in their stoic loneliness in the sea.

We then started to make our way to Gjogv - the village with the small natural gorge. On the way we stopped at Finningur village with a beautiful church. The we arrived to Gjogv - and had delicious tea and cake in the only lodge/restaurant in the village. We then walk down to the little gorge - which is really short at 200 meters long, and is like a mini fjord. We then went to walk on top of one of the ridges of the gorge and saw a ton of puffins on the opposite side, living inside the grass burrows in the cliff side.
They were quite far for good pictures, but we saw that some of them fly up on top of the ridge. We then went to hike up that side, and were rewarded with pretty closed up shots and encounters with actual puffins!! I was very happy to have found them despite missing the Mykines trip. We learned that puffins live on top of the ocean water in the middle of Atlantic, and only come ashore once a year to breed, May-August Once the little pufflings grow feathers long enough to fly, they just leave the burrows, usually in the middle of the night, alone. No one teaches them to fly or to hunt for fish. They just know it - they live alone and start living in the ocean, hundreds of kilometers far from the land. The parents then are free to leave and don’t come back to land until the following summer - often they come back to the same burrow, and mate the same partner. Very poignant.

We then drove to Klaksvik on the next island - our home for the next two nights.Read more