24 June 2017
How strange to be
sitting here in a car park on the edge of a fjord. It's gloomy and cold with rain dotting the
water; the mist half concealing the mountains that go straight up from the
water's edge in geological strata, each one divided by a band of grass until they taper to a peak now lost in cloud.
This is - and I have
to look at the map to find out - Fuglafjordur - Bird Fjord, though the only
birds are a few gulls, and was that a Great Skua? It's not cold but I have a
fan heater going to bring my 8 square metres of living space up to normal house
temperature. The fan heater is courtesy of the hook-up electricity supply here
which nobody monitors. It comes with the price of camping, but it's Saturday night and the information
office closed at mid-day so there's nobody to pay. There are supposed to be
toilets and showers and wifi in the Culture House - that's the building with
arty murals on it just over there. But it's Saturday evening and the Culture
House is locked up, with a dark, dead look which does not bode well for Culture
on Saturday nights in this otherwise lively looking town.
There was another
van here with an F plate but they've unplugged and gone. I feel a twinge of
discomfort about this. Do they know something I don't? I keep checking my
travel details to make sure I've got the date right. The thought of missing the
ferry and spending another week here fills me with dread - not that in other
circumstances I wouldn't love to spend a week here, but the extra expense and
another week away from home would be hard to take. I've even calculated the
hours it would take for the ship to get to Hirtsals, turn round and get back
here, and there is no way they could do it by tonight, so it has to be tomorrow
night. I still don’t understand why they are doing this double trip though.
There were perhaps
30 or 40 vehicles which left the ship in Torshavn, and all of them have foreign
plates so they are not hard to recognise. Most of them are German and most of
the Germans seem to be of late middle age, the men with grey beards and the women
- well, they are European women of a certain age. I'm sure they are all good
people but I don't feel much in common with them. The others are a mixture of
French, Belgian and surprisingly at least 3 or 4 other Brits.
I met one of the
couples last night at the campsite in Vestmanna. The man I'd identified earlier
walking round the decks of the Narrona with a confident stride, short grey
beard and long grey hair and a sort of smock shirt - I had him down as a German
art teacher or academic of some sort. It turns out he and his very pleasant
wife live near Lampeter!
Earlier today I stopped at a place called Vid Air. It's not much to look at but it's all that remains of the last whaling station in Iceland, and there are only two others like it in the world, one in Australia and one in South Georgia. It's an appropriately grim looking place. They plan to make it into a museum but only the flensing deck has been started:
Now, it's 20:45 and
I feel I should go for a walk before sealing myself in here. It's gloomy out
and will probably stay gloomy but light for the next 8 hours or so, but its not
raining so I'll give it a go.
Half an hour later:
Whoo - fierce wind
blowing and I wished I'd put an extra layer on when I got down to the
industrial area - yes, a fully fledged industrial area in a place barely large
enough to be called a town. It's not light industry either this is Big Fish,
with four big trawlers parked up and one just leaving. According to the guide
book 20% of the country's exports pass through here.
There's a fish filleting
factory, an oil depot, a shipyard and a net making factory. In fact one of the things that impresses me
most about what I've seen of the Faroes is that all these pretty fjord-side
villages are each centres of different industries. The houses are painted in all these nice
colours out of pride, not to attract tourists. I detect an important difference
between Iceland and the Faroes. Here people smile at you and seem pleased to
see you, and that's it. In Iceland too many of the front line staff don't
smile. For them it seems to be business. Here perhaps it's more pleasure or
pride in their unknown country. To be fair, Iceland has enjoyed or suffered a
huge upsurge in tourism in the last few years and there are probably not enough
people trained in how to deal with strangers. This place barely features on the
tourist trail. It's less exciting than Iceland but kinder. Duller but nicer.
interesting, so if Faroes and Iceland can be self-determining islands , why not Wales - well not an island obvs! When you due home?
ReplyDeleteI'm back now (Thursday 29th)I think the answer to the self-determination thing is down to population and resources. Faroes have just under 50k people, Iceland 350k. They both have 200 mile fishing zones in some of the best fisheries in the world. Faroes still gets subsidy from Denmark. Iceland had 1.25 million tourists last year. That's around 35 tourists for each citizen.Both countries have suffered periods of terrible poverty until quite recently. Look forward to talking all this through with you.
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