Pathways and noways.

-Excerpt from travel journal - Færoes continued, 15 August, 2008:
Woke up early to ensure I did not miss the bus... too early, so I lounged in bed. Then I had a 'breakfast' of whatever had accumulated over the past few days. I was once again early for the bus, I smoked, and listened to José González - Broken Arrows, repeatedly. It suit the moment well. I was sad to leave Klaksvík, as I had never climbed the 'cairned' mountain [Klakkur]. That goal shall wait. I will return - with someone close to me, and we will take it together. Klaksvík was lonely insular place, so I was otherwise not too regretful in leaving. The tunnel to Estruoy was a blur, but a memorable one. It is definitely an achievement for such a small nation. The village of Leirvík preserved some of the most substantial Viking Age remains I have encountered so far, with intricately constructed walls to at least three feet in areas. I spent an hour sitting in the long hall. Overhead, birds fought and flew; the mountains bore silent witness - as they have for æons. At one point, a passenger plane streaked across the sky, leaving a smoky stream in its wake. The contrast of one thousand years was never so marked as then! The soundtrack, Last Days - These Places are Now Ruins, pitched perfectly to the situation. However, my contemplation was crashed when I realised I should make it back to catch the bus. With a few moments spent capturing the beautiful church against the majestic mountains, I was still too early for the bus. I spent 20 minutes in relative silence with a middle aged woman, while village folk occasionally noticed a foreigner in their midst. The neutrality of the Færoese population perplexes me. Is it shyness or disinterest? An hour later, after fighting off sleep - unsucessfully, on the bus, I was back in Tørshavn. And again, alone in my loft-dorm. I set out to experience the only mall in the Færoes. A reasonable, and relatively good grocer allowed me to stock up on supplies. A cheap meal for the Færoes fueled my lust for the night life of the Færoes.