Vagar, Faroe Islands
Vagar. Again again again again!
Vagar, Faroe Islands
Day 12, 3rd July 2014. Vagar. Again again again again! Day score 3.
I moved out the flat, shame really, went to the shop, walked the hill and sat in my seat in the check in lounge next to the power point. I was studying the weather closely using every means possible. Satellite, pressure charts, rainfall count, predictive forecasts. I might be able to go in a small window around 4 o’clock today. Flemming came through with tickets, he was flying in the cockpit to Stockholm and back, to see their approach procedures from the pilots point of view to help them when he was controlling them in the control tower. Everyone is flying except me. Two nice people sat down next to me and we chatted for a few hours. Martin and Norma from North Wales. I had a great time chatting to them, swapping exploits and thoughts of the Faroe Isles and the lovely weather they had had??? Apparently on the north isles some 40 miles away, they had been baking in it? They said they had parked a hire car in the carpark, the company said to just leave the keys in it. They joked if I would want to borrow it or sleep in it tonight.
When they went to catch their plane I went over to the control tower to file a flight plan and pay the landing and parking fees. Filling the flight plan was like a kiss of doom as even though the route to Iceland looked clear and there were blue skies above the airport, low cloud appeared and laid in the fjord, which I could not fly through. This continued till it was too late in the day so I cancelled the flight plan, at which point the cloud cleared, as if on command. I took chance to look round the old control tower and then headed back to the check in desk. The airport would stay open very late, which was handy, as the Linfield football team from Ireland were flying out in their charter plane at Midnight. They came they were loud and typically footballish and left.
The airport terminal was closing so I headed back down to my villageof Sorvagur and sat under the porch of the town barn hall, looking over the football field to keep out of the rain. It’s now one o’clock and the kids are still all out playing. It is still light though, so why not. Town is pretty dead with only the occasional car roaring through, it’s been like that all week really. Chucking it down again now. This is simply not funny anymore… I’m almost up to date with the diary, except the batteries about to quit on my laptop.
I walked back up to the airfield, kipped on a table outside the porch of the old terminal building.
Thought for the day: wishing I was warm and dry in a hire car…