Tórshavn, the Faroe Islands

38 hours, 3 flights and half a jar of Red Currant chocolate coated licorice later, we arrived in Torshavn in the Faroe Islands. The taxi ride into town was marked by emerald green grass, dramatic cliffs punctuated with deep cracks and sheep. Many, many sheep roaming free on the hills and alongside the roads. We checked in a hotel, 62N, as the ship wasn’t due to dock for around four hours after our arrival. We showered and freshened up and I left the girls to meet up with Gudrun, my friend Camilla’s aunt who lives in the Faroe Islands. We set off on foot together to explore the town and Gudrun proved to be a a fabulous and knowledgeable guide. We walked around the marina, explored the inner city streets and made our way to ‘Reyn’, the city’s oldest district which is characterised by its beautiful and distinctive historic houses. We also wandered through the cobblestones streets of Tinganes, the oldest parliamentary meeting location which dates back to the 800s. We happened to see a couple wearing traditional dress they had worn to attend a christening and they were kind enough to let me take their photo in front of the town’s historic kiosk.

I met up with the girls back at the hotel and we caught a cab to the Port of Kollafjordur, where the boarded The World. I’ve never taken a cruise before so have nothing to compare it to, but I imagine this ship would have to be one of the most luxurious in the world. The World uses the tag “a life of adventure at the pinnacle of luxury” and it’s no idle boast. 165 apartments, 6 restaurants, 5 bars, 2 swimming pools, a tennis court, an auditorium, a chapel, a spa, a gym, a library and much more. If I happen to win Powerball any time soon, I know exactly how I’ll be spending a chunk of that money.