An intense moment of happiness in Viðareiði. Standing on the northernmost island Viðoy, frolicking around the waterside with a friend, watching the waves come in, Svínoy and Fugloy within sight. Bright day, sunshine illuminating kelly-green algae, seawater-filled puddles and weirdly shaped rocks. On top of the world. Faroes. So much in love, still.
Picturing an imaginary line heading northeastwards, as I listen to the sound of the ocean. Railroad track. Halt in between: Svalbard. Terminus: North Pole. Platform right here in Viðareiði, next to the tiny little harbor. Want to come? You'd better hurry up. The train is always on time.
Sorry! As you can see, we managed to catch the 4.50 from Viðareiði – all the while you seem to have missed it. Video, taped to help you pass the wait: Fair weather surf on the spot