So one of the tips we got was that there was going to be a special Eclipse Dinner that night, serving typical Faroese food in a smorgasbord. We weren't sure if we wanted to stay late -- what if we missed the bus? -- but then we decided what the heck and just committed, bought the tickets, and were we ever so glad we did! We sat with a Swedish couple and had a great time. The guide who told us about it was also there with his family. The food was as promised, lots of fish, some mutton, even whale. There was entertainment of singing in Faroese (its own language, closely related to Icelandic, a preserved version of the old Gothic all us Germanic speakers used to speak; while Danish is taught in the schools, Faroese is the language they all speak and write -- and of course English! I think I've finally made peace with having to speak English in foreign countries where I don't speak the local langauge: I used to think it rude and Ugly to bray out in my native language at the locals and expect them to understand me, but visiting minority language countries like Denmark (~5 million speakers), Iceland (~300,000 speakers) and now the Faroe Islands (~50,000 speakers) I've come to realize English is just a useful auxiliary language -- the Swedes we sat with used mostly English to communicate with the Faroese too; I'm just a German using English to communicate with the Faroese, Danes, Icelanders, etc. -- I'm not an Ugly American shouting at the locals because I am too arrogant to learn their language (though in the book, the titular Ugly American was actually NOT an "ugly american"...). Hmm, this parenthesis seems to have struck out on a life of its own...).
This picture is us waiting in the square just outside where the dinner was going to be. Conveniently the bus stop is just on the other side of the street.
Anyway, this dinner was a highlight of our visit, and so note to future selves: if you come upon a fork in the road, take it! Or something like that.
(Once with my brother-in-law in Donegal, Ireland we literally came across a fork in the road -- a pitchfork -- and he had to get out and remove it from the middle of the road so he didn't run it over; he didn't take it, though, despite my encouragement -- and that has made all the difference!)