
One day, with very little idea of what awaited me, I set off with a group of friends to the Faroe Islands. Scattered across the North Atlantic, the islands feel like enormous green sponges, permanently drenched, and home to more sheep than people. In fact, a few years ago the animals were reportedly used to help map the archipelago.



The journey included a layover in Denmark 🇩🇰, where local banknotes are used alongside the Danish Krone. Once there, getting around means taking ferries or driving through tunnels carved beneath the sea. I made a conscious effort not to imagine a sudden leak appearing at the precise moment I was behind the wheel in one of them.



There is beauty everywhere in the Faroe Islands, from solitary waterfalls to others that seem to follow one another in sequence. The grass-covered roofs, sheep that casually join you on hikes, dramatic rock formations, lighthouses, and the sparse population (tourists included) are all unforgettable. Still, my personal highlights came from an unexpected place: gas-station hot dogs. I made sure to try a different one every time.


