I head off to the gym in the morning. It is clear that Simon is still not feeling 100% and that while we had nominally booked an excursion via the tourist bureau in Klaksvík, I doubt we were going to make it. The “good” news is that we get stuck outside of the fjord that leads into Klaksvík for a couple hours because of heavy fog (and I do mean heavy, it looked like some sort of mystical island covered in fog and mist and home to some evil genius). We finally make it in and we decide to get off the ship and go for a walk about town.

The town is really quite nice, but it is clear that even tourism doesn’t necessarily rouse the Faroe Islanders from their activities. They get “invaded” by 2800 passengers and 1000 crew every few days in the summer and they seemed largely indifferent. Even the excursions offered by the ship were the weakest on the itinerary. Simon and gone back and forth via e-mail over the weeks leading up to the trip, also dealing with a rather indifferent Tourist Information bureau.

The only thing that Klaksvík had in abundance was trampolines! As Simon and I wandered through the residential streets of the town, we noticed that about 1 out of 3 houses seemed to have a trampoline. There was even a trampoline shop in the centre of town, a town which has only one coffee shop/café.