Faroe Islands... *beware : do not park in a cloud*
Tuesday June 28th, a bit after 11pm
He requested to see the tickets for the boat (to check the time again), and I will simply write.
My favorite sleeping place!!
Last night I woke up in cold sweat.
The wind had picked up and I could only think of his tales of flying trucks in the desert, in the middle of a storm in Iceland. I kept repeating to myself that we are ok, that I am Love and many other things I thought would help. But nothing really did.
I talked to the wind, but nope, didn't help.
Then I started rooting the car, but even that didn't appease my mind.
I started being cold, feeling bad, being even more scared and and and and...
I laid there for probably half an hour being tossed in a small Libero back and forth in the wind, contemplating what I could possibly do to keep my mind and body at bay.
He turned and I looked at his peaceful sleep and slowly panic vanished and before long I was in a dream world of sweet carelessness.
We woke up in a thick and windy cloud. We washed in a stream a bit below (meaning we threw some water onto our faces and screamed silently), and then decided to head down to see more of the Faroe islands.
In between I worked on my computer while he meditated and to my horror everything was damp if not straight out wet... not the best of environments to be working on the computer.
We arranged the car, and sat in the front. He turned the ignition key... and nothing happened.
The car didn't start.
We were dumbfounded.
He tried again, but nothing.
The car pumped the gas but didn't ignite.
We worked hard to get the car onto the road, pushing in a thick cloud and in high speed wind.
My hair dripped from the moist in the air and my face ached from the cold.
After 45 minutes pushing back and forth, the car was finally back on the smooth and newly laid road.
It rolled gently downhill but refused to start. We both had the feeling that it was simply too wet.
A bit lower, he disassembled the back of the car, to get to the engine and I held up stuff so he could have a better look inside, in the stormy wind. It was cold, wet and windy.
After about an hour and a half of trying to figure out why it wasn't working we decided to roll down lower, hoping for some sunshine.
We got to a third stop, this one below the cloud.
He went under the car, opened some lid, and a couple of drops fell out.
We waited a bit, decided to roll down the last stretch of the road and then seek help.
Rolling down, Libero finally started.
It had ignited, but didn't run very smoothly.
We headed back to Torshavn, to look for a tube, the one that had water in it.
We went from one place to the next and finally found the right stuff.
We headed out of the capital again a couple of hours later and decided to go for a ride.
Libero was all dry and hot again, so we were flying.
When we finally hit the North Fjords, Walter was finally a little impressed and started appreciating it all a bit more.
We wanted to head out another way, but arriving to the intersection (that would have gotten us directly back into the big city the next day) we realized that it was still under construction and that we had to, in any case, take the same road back. We decided then to head back....
So, we drove back to this cooooool place we are at right now.
A part of an old abandoned road, across an old bridge, below tumbling rocks and next to a clear stream.
Brilliant.
It must be close to midnight by now.
He just settled in for his meditation and I am writing in broad daylight.
Life is sometimes bloody rough, but still absolutely brilliant and Lovely.
Message of the day = never park in a cloud.
He requested to see the tickets for the boat (to check the time again), and I will simply write.
My favorite sleeping place!!
Last night I woke up in cold sweat.
The wind had picked up and I could only think of his tales of flying trucks in the desert, in the middle of a storm in Iceland. I kept repeating to myself that we are ok, that I am Love and many other things I thought would help. But nothing really did.
I talked to the wind, but nope, didn't help.
Then I started rooting the car, but even that didn't appease my mind.
I started being cold, feeling bad, being even more scared and and and and...
I laid there for probably half an hour being tossed in a small Libero back and forth in the wind, contemplating what I could possibly do to keep my mind and body at bay.
He turned and I looked at his peaceful sleep and slowly panic vanished and before long I was in a dream world of sweet carelessness.
We woke up in a thick and windy cloud. We washed in a stream a bit below (meaning we threw some water onto our faces and screamed silently), and then decided to head down to see more of the Faroe islands.
In between I worked on my computer while he meditated and to my horror everything was damp if not straight out wet... not the best of environments to be working on the computer.
We arranged the car, and sat in the front. He turned the ignition key... and nothing happened.
The car didn't start.
We were dumbfounded.
He tried again, but nothing.
The car pumped the gas but didn't ignite.
We worked hard to get the car onto the road, pushing in a thick cloud and in high speed wind.
My hair dripped from the moist in the air and my face ached from the cold.
After 45 minutes pushing back and forth, the car was finally back on the smooth and newly laid road.
It rolled gently downhill but refused to start. We both had the feeling that it was simply too wet.
A bit lower, he disassembled the back of the car, to get to the engine and I held up stuff so he could have a better look inside, in the stormy wind. It was cold, wet and windy.
After about an hour and a half of trying to figure out why it wasn't working we decided to roll down lower, hoping for some sunshine.
We got to a third stop, this one below the cloud.
He went under the car, opened some lid, and a couple of drops fell out.
We waited a bit, decided to roll down the last stretch of the road and then seek help.
Rolling down, Libero finally started.
It had ignited, but didn't run very smoothly.
We headed back to Torshavn, to look for a tube, the one that had water in it.
We went from one place to the next and finally found the right stuff.
We headed out of the capital again a couple of hours later and decided to go for a ride.
Libero was all dry and hot again, so we were flying.
When we finally hit the North Fjords, Walter was finally a little impressed and started appreciating it all a bit more.
We wanted to head out another way, but arriving to the intersection (that would have gotten us directly back into the big city the next day) we realized that it was still under construction and that we had to, in any case, take the same road back. We decided then to head back....
So, we drove back to this cooooool place we are at right now.
A part of an old abandoned road, across an old bridge, below tumbling rocks and next to a clear stream.
Brilliant.
It must be close to midnight by now.
He just settled in for his meditation and I am writing in broad daylight.
Life is sometimes bloody rough, but still absolutely brilliant and Lovely.
Message of the day = never park in a cloud.