Secret blog update one

Surprise Blog update time!

I’ll start with the second half of the Faroe Islands, as the iPad is currently reserved for strictly Candy Crush purposes only. Also, I have been informed that said iPad will no longer, ever, have the correct time, as Wifey has moved the time forward so many times in order to bypass waiting for more lives that Bernie Sanders is, in fact, now president and the Raiders won the superbowl. So we’re in some weird alternate universe where cool stuff that never happens in ours occurs with frequency. Also, since we’re in this sweet made-up universe, we’re independently wealthy and have an awesome beachfront hostel/café/restaurant/tinyhouse factory/climbing wall compound. With hammocks.

So there we are in the Faroe Islands, looking good as we go pick up our sweet new whip. Yeah, I have never heard of a Kia Picanto, either, but they exist and pretty much fit all of our stuff plus a few Bonus bags.

This is the Kia in not ‘Red,’ but ‘Fuschia Blush’

Man, that looks dull. Can I make this look cooler? Does my computer even have an image coloring program thingee? (and I tell potential employers I am tech-savvy…)

Hang on.

You may notice, at this point, the sudden, drastic drop in quality and pertinence of photos. This is a direct result of the wife not being in charge (OK, she’s still obviously in charge, but she’s not here to utilize her mad photo skills), so, until further notice, we will be stuck with what I have on my camera or what I can plagiarize (WTF? Plagiarize has an extra ‘I’ in it??) from the internet.

So we hopped in our fancy new car.

I look at my gorgeous wife and say: ‘First things first.’

And she says: ‘Right!’

Me: ‘Lets get lost trying to find snacks and a Vinbudin. Or whatever.’

Her: ‘Woo! Then can we watch some American football and grill some steak?’

Me: ‘We sure can, babe!’

So….. that happened. BUT we were dry and eventually found out where things were in Torshavin (which is a GORGEOUS town. AND we got to see the new Jurassic Park. And it only cost us like $1,000. But that’s because I got a refill on popcorn).

To be honest, I don’t really remember what happened which day, but we had an awesome time exploring the Faroe Islands.

After all those super awesome secret things that can be found in the missing blog which hopefully appear 30 years from now when we are rich and famous rock stars, we were ready for the second half of our Faroe Islands Adventure.

Even though my only real goal before arriving to the islands was to go on a helicopter, we soon found out that since we are on this, you know, really remote chain of islands where towns DIDN”T HAVE ROADS TO THEM until a couple of years ago, people teeeend to plan their trips out a bit and book stuff ahead of time. So there was no helicopter action.

Alas.

There was, however, an awesome nutella and banana crepe stand, so that sorta kinda made up for it. AND the campsite, although a bit remote, was super awesome:

It had a kitchen, tons of super hot showers, and our Norwegian friends who made everyone jealous by commandeering the extra room to have a candle light dinner of frozen pizza. This might sound weird, now that I write it, from an every day point of view, but there was a veritable horde of salivating backpackers gazing longingly at the feast.

We had planned on taking this sailing ship, the Norsland, but considering our sweet Picanto’s head lights couldn’t pierce the grey fog more than a couple of meters on our intended sail date, we passed. Apparently we missed out, according to our new best friends whom we made soon thereafter.

I don’t think I have enough time or space to explain fully these boyos, but in an overly long run on sentence, here we go:

Two brothers from Lichtenstein who were either becoming or already were teachers probably in Switzerland because they makes like 70 grand euros starting there and pretty much convinced me I needed to move there had met up with two art students from Singapore who were studying in Chicago, where they had a free ride but then had to go back and teach for six years, so they were one year in of a ten year indentured servitude, when the Singapore boys (or maybe it was visa – versa) offered the Lichtenstein lads their gas canisters in the airport in Bergen (Norway) but it turned out they were both headed to the Faroes, and they hit it off, but when they landed one of the L guys (who were giants, by the way, well over 2 meters) bags didn’t show up, so they asked the tourist info guy at the airport where they could stay until the bags arrived (as they were camping and you know, had no tent), and the guy said ‘My place!’ And not in a creepy way, even, so they went there and stayed with the guy who had multiple rooms and made them fresh bread and had his cousins take care of them when he had to go tourist office stuff and was super nice so they bought him a jumper, and then they made it to Torshavn, and went out for drinks to hash over their plan to thank the guy who had put them up, and the table next to them had ordered a big plate of nachos but barely touched it before leaving so they finished the left over bar nachos (either gross or brilliant, depending on the make up of your chromosomes) , and then later went for sushi and had Singaporean number one distract the hostess when they noticed a table left loads of perfectly good sushi on their table so they could stuff it in their pockets and run outside and then they came back to the hostel to hang out with us, play games, eat midnight snacks of sugary cereal and generally spread positive vibes and were awesome.

I learned all of this in a few hour span a couple of months ago, and can still recite it, so obviously, they made a good impression on us. I nominate them for best friends made in the Faroe Islands.

End of random blog update one!

Up next: Real Faroe Islands! (Hopefully) with more pictures!