There was no pier, so the farmer (owner of the island) met us on a rock. He held the rope to the boat and lent us a hand up. However, the waves were lapping pretty forcefully against the rock. We had to time our jump to coincide with the boat being at its highest and closest to the rock. Once we were all disembarked, we waited for the boat to gather the other half of our group. Then the farmer led us up the mountain to the farm.
This sounds easier than the actuality. First, we had to grab a length of rope that was attached to the rock face. We basically rappelled (is it still called that if you are going up?) up this small cliff face. We trekked across a mass of boulders, climbed nearly vertically over grass, then took a path on the cliff that had a railing (on the inside!)
Once we had reached the farm, the farmer's wife had provided a snack for us. Coffee, tea, and faroese waffles (complete with rhubarb jam and whipped cream, yum). Then we explored the island as much as we were up to. For me, that consisted of walking around the farm buildings. Annika and I purchased some sheep skins. Then, at 3pm, we trekked back down to the, now infamous, rock. This took a bit longer, because it was twice as scary going down as it was going up.
Bear had injured his knee upon landing, then again on the way down, so he was unable to bend it. He was terrified of missing a step on the rope climb, so two men in our group guided him the whole way.
Once the boat was underway, the captain cooked us a meal of fish, onions, and potatoes. Interestingly, the fish livers were included. At one point, while I was bored, I wandered back to the command area, and the captain gave me the controls! I steered for about an hour, through high waves and around the end of Streymoy, the largest of the islands.
What a grand adventure, three hours down, four hours there, and three hours back. I'm exhausted. I will post photos tomorrow.
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