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Travel diary excerpt - 18 August, 2008 - Faeroe Islands:
It's my last day in the Færoes, I am watching little wisps of mist slowly affix themselves to the bus window. The mist is thick and the visibility poor. In my few days in Tørshavn, I have become acquainted with the narrow and winding streets. I am not sure I will see them again, but I would like to; Klakkur still awaits my return. The sea is vaguely visible from the road, it seems to be seething, swelling, tumultuous. A force, a foe, to this Prairie boy. The fog finally clears and I can see blue sky, across the water, an island is crested with a brilliant white swath of cloud. We drive by some small industrial complex, to its use, I have no no useful thoughts, it fascinates me none-the-less. We then head into a tunnel, it defeats the Færoes to biggest and constant obstacles - its mountains and the North Atlantic. Through the tunnel - the fog has disappeared and the sky is cloudless, a beautiful clear ultramarine. They are gathering hay in the fields, and small lakes add additional colour to the greens and greys of the mountains. Again a tunnel, yellow and white dance across the crack in windshield, as artificial lights guide through this sub-abysmal cavern.