On the ferry back, the weather had turned in our favor. Unlike the trip over, everyone stood outside to view the smaller uninhabited rock stacks jutting sharply out of the sea, and the little waterfalls cascading down from above the village of Bøur on the shores of Vágar. Coming over this morning we had all crammed into the tiny space below deck to escape the cold damp drizzling fog, unaware that it would inevitably become inescapable. But in our sudden confinement, camaraderie persevered and we found ourselves chatting with our booth mates. There was an elderly character, an old salty dog from down under, who looked every part the old sea captain. He told us stories of traveling the world as a passenger on cargo ships, one of which sunk in the Antarctic! He made it into a life raft and was rescued by a research crew from Montana. There were also three young Thai folks, one of whom is an amazing photographer, and seriously had the best job in the world! If memory serves, he goes on long company funded treks in various parts of the world to test their camping equipment. If I was twenty years younger, that would be the life!! Check him out on instagram @champion_light. The last picture is the view of the worlds smallest capital from our hotel room.