Most visitors head for the Gásadalur waterfall and the lake above the ocean on Vágar. Fewer cross Saksun's black sand beach at low tide, climb Klakkur above Klaksvík, or walk the ridge above Gjógv on a rainy day with only sheep for company. And at the end of the road in Tjørnuvík, a local named Hans sells waffles and coffee from his house.
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Elinor and Jake (and Mac the penguin) are a couple based in Spain with, in their words, a serious Arctic problem. They stayed in a fishermen's cabin in Klaksvík, rerouted their hikes around the wind more than once, and their blog covers the Faroes' trails, villages and northern lights.
The airport island, with the lake that seems to hang above the ocean and the puffins of Mykines a ferry away.
The two biggest islands, joined by a bridge: Tórshavn, black sand at Saksun and a village at the end of every road.
Steep, narrow islands around the fishing town of Klaksvík, with far fewer visitors.
Elsewhere in the islands.
