When cairns don't work there's always a creative way to mark the path in the quite wet and mucky peat bogs. There's a lot of rain here!

My efforts were rewarded with this impressive view of the town of Oyndarfjørður. Views like this are virtually everywhere, with ultra steep hillsides and cliffs rising fro sea level to over 500 meters (1,500 feet)! I know what you're going to ask about the many rings in the fjord. Those are were your North Atlantic fish fillets are raised. Many of the fjords up here have them, with an adjoining processing plant and a local community supplying labor. The Faroe...

The view from the pass reminds me what it must have been like a thousand years ago when this was the only route to the remote villages. This is light fog, and the beacon of hope is the cairn. I added my little bit to the effort...that flatty one on the top of course. Probably won't last a week in this wind! It didn't take long to get to the pass, so I'll continue on to see what's on the other side of the weather.

After a short rest to appreciate where I am, and my good fortune, I decided to fire up the Norse steed and drive to a nearby village called Fuglafjørður. It was about a 20 minute drive at the posted speed of 60km. The notes I read said to drive above the football pitch and the start walking on the path to the left. Reading and imagination can be two quite different realities. I got it figured out by following my rather large French nose...and with the help of ...

Here's my Norse steed, the venerable Kia. With a permanent engine check light, an engine that gives my lawnmower a run for its money, imitation cruise controls and 230,000km it's ready to tackle the best the Faroes can toss at it. I feel like Hammond in Top Gear...what's the next challenge? I'm very, very, very lucky to get a car. They were sold out months ago. And my host Fróði was extremely kind to drive me to the car pickup and then onto the rental. I would...