robert blu
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Interesting and beautiful photos! Never been there (maximum I arrived to Skagen!) and seeing one by one your photos is really exciting! And yes, the beauty of film...
robert
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nickthetasmaniac
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Yep, Hilleberg tents, the best in the world bar none. They cost nearly a fortune, but well worth it.
Our trusty Nammatj is pitched over 300 times (nights) and still going strong while super-lightweight. Our last mid-range tent completely disintegrated around 80 pitches (nights). This says alot about the quality. Designed in Sweden, Made in Estonia
I've been using a Hilleberg Soulo for the last five years - 3000km or so, including full traverses of the Pyrenees Haute Route and Iceland, and it's still bombproof
I believe a British woman recently used a stock Nammatj for a full traverse of the Antarctic landmass. Very impressive!
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rpsawin
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What a great adventure and a wonderful photo series. Thank you for sharing both.
tsiklonaut
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We camped out in the village of Gjógv. Managed to mess up one roll of b&w infrared film, but hey, there's a certain poetic beauty in lo-fi material:
Around Funningsfjørður.
Around Funningsfjørður.
tsiklonaut
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Cheers Robert!
I've been using a Hilleberg Soulo for the last five years - 3000km or so, including full traverses of the Pyrenees Haute Route and Iceland, and it's still bombproof
I believe a British woman recently used a stock Nammatj for a full traverse of the Antarctic landmass. Very impressive!
Yep, Hilleberg tents are all superb per the intended purpose. It's hard to go wrong with them other than the high cost, but as always, the cost is relative when you're dealing with the very high-end of things. Our Hilleberg tent was our home for more than three years on the road from hot windy deserts to cold snowy mountain passes, hence it had to be good and it was proven to be worth every penny for us!
Our next tent for sure will be a Hilleberg again.
Thank you!
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It had been raining all night, and the air was thick with humidity, so getting out of our sleeping bags required a fair bit of determination. Getting out of the tent was the same story, as the wind was blowing quite hard. But we managed to cook some oatmeal, which, together with a few sandwiches and coffee made our breakfast. By the time we packed our tent, the sky started clearing a bit, so we left in a slightly sunnier mood.
I’d say that one thing to remember from the Faroes were their tunnels. A wicked Norðoyatunnilin tunnel, 6.5 kilometers long and lying stunning 150 meters deep under the ocean, took us from Eysturoy to Borðoy island. It's an experience to go through it - first you just decend and decend... You feel the air cooling around you and the humidity rising. Till you hit the very bottom of it - it's a strange "weightless" feeling, you can't stop thinking about the 150 meters of water above your head with countless thousands of tons of sheer gravitational pressure waiting to crush this little rabbithole you're riding in.
Another unreal Vágatunnilin tunnel - 5 kilometers long and 105 meters deep under ocean from Streymoy to Vágar island. Vágar island itself is a real jewel, especially the Sørvágur to Gásadalur road, crossing another 1.5 kilometers long narrow tunnel through the mountain to get there. Those countless tunnels in such a small area of the Faroes only tell you how topologically complicated and unreachable the terrain is.
I’d say that one thing to remember from the Faroes were their tunnels. A wicked Norðoyatunnilin tunnel, 6.5 kilometers long and lying stunning 150 meters deep under the ocean, took us from Eysturoy to Borðoy island. It's an experience to go through it - first you just decend and decend... You feel the air cooling around you and the humidity rising. Till you hit the very bottom of it - it's a strange "weightless" feeling, you can't stop thinking about the 150 meters of water above your head with countless thousands of tons of sheer gravitational pressure waiting to crush this little rabbithole you're riding in.
Another unreal Vágatunnilin tunnel - 5 kilometers long and 105 meters deep under ocean from Streymoy to Vágar island. Vágar island itself is a real jewel, especially the Sørvágur to Gásadalur road, crossing another 1.5 kilometers long narrow tunnel through the mountain to get there. Those countless tunnels in such a small area of the Faroes only tell you how topologically complicated and unreachable the terrain is.
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In the distance you see the Gashólmur and Tindhólmur:
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In many ways, looking at those surreal landscapes, it often felt the Faroes are a dreamland...
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Peeking by tsiklonaut
Faroe Islands greatly exceeded our expectations. Despite some locals tending to be emotionless whale killers & eaters, we still love Faroe Islands!
Woman Island by tsiklonaut
Above by tsiklonaut
From there on it was road back to Tórshavn to catch our ferry to Iceland.
Cheers,
Margus
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And after a night on very stormy seas, accompanied by headache and vomit stench in the corridors of the ship, Iceland welcomed us.
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We disembarked in Seyðisfjörður (to make your reading easier, let us respect the local Icelandic writing - i.e. read this as "Seydisfyoerduur") and loaded up on our supplies of food and precious liquids for our thirsty horses. The plan was a decent clockwise circle softly touching the outer parts as a foreplay, then a deep penetration of the inner parts to top off the Icelandic enjoyment experience. Our Icelandic route:
From Seyðisfjörður towards the inland.
From Seyðisfjörður towards the inland.
tsiklonaut
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Our first course was a set to Snaefell (not the peninsula in the West). Riding down the road we could see that the landscapes were much broader than those of the Faroes. In the distance, we could spot snow on mountain tops. First it was nice and smooth tarmac, which we could not enjoy to the full though, as the wind was ferocious and now and then it rained a little. Then came a turnoff to a rocky track to Snaefell. Kariina, to whom I had promised that we would not be venturing onto extreme terrain on the first day, pointed out that there was a sign by the track indicating some river crossings. We decided to check it out regardless. The track was truly rocky, and so were the surroundings – it didn’t really resemble any place we’d been so far, as it seemed totally devoid of life. As we bumped on, the first river crossing came. Nothing serious really, but Kariina needed some convincing before she would, carefully but steadily ride through the water. Then the second river crossing came, and the third one too, until we arrived to Snaefell’s base camp. By the time we got there, the weather had turned really nasty, and we had two choices – either to stay and wait for better weather, or to ride back. Because we didn’t plan on doing any hiking in the area, we decided to turn around.
The eastern Snaefell high altitude track.
The eastern Snaefell high altitude track.
Schlapp
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Lovely. The Faeroes are the most fantastic place I have ever been.
tsiklonaut
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Cheers mate, the Faroes are unreal indeed.
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Headed back to coast discovering Icelands coastal green lands:
