Venice, Italy. September 2013
One week in the Faroe Islands has just come to an end. It is an amazing and spectacular place. But the best thing about Faroe Island is its people. Proud people. Friendly people. Tough people. Maybe a little bit shy. But that only last until you approach them. They all speak their own version of Norwegian, or Scandinavian. Unlike Swedes and Danes they even understand my dialect from Bergen. We did not meet up with a lot of people, there isn’t a lot of people at all around the 18 islands in the North Atlantic. But the ones we met, made a big impression on us. And maybe the best part was getting drunk with the locals at a bar in Vágur at Suðuroy. Thank God the owner shut down the bar at 10 pm.
I will certainly go back to Faroe Islands. I still have places and things to explore. In the fall we will probably set up a workshop at Gjógv with Storm Safari.
This story is shot at the Bishop Blaize in Manchester. It is leading up to Manchester Uniteds 3-1 win against Aston Villa at Old Trafford in February 2011. I went with my brother to look after him. But ended up getting drunk myself (my brother is grown up so don’t worry). Somehow I managed to remove the memory card from my camera before it got stolen or lost.
Crossing the North Sea to watch their favorite English football team is one of the top spare time activities for Norwegian males. My brother is going next week as well. I am staying home watching Tottenham on tv.