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The Faroes consist of 18 islands, some small, some large, and only one uninhabited. The population spread is also far from equal: about two thirds of the population live in or near the capital. For 1200 years the only way to get around would’ve been by boat. We’re not talking large distances – the archipelago is only 100 miles across – but by land, because of the mountainous topology, most villages would be, by today’s standards, totally isolated. Settlements in…

The gymnast: I know he looks young but he’s actually 21! They all look stupidly young here. Even the girls… I took this photo while we were stuck up a mountain waiting for fog to clear — it had been clear on the way up, but fog in the Faroe Islands has this way of very, very rapidly blanketing everything in sight. Here the visibility’s down to about 100 meters but it got down to about 5 meters a few…

Yet another foggy day, alas! We’ve exhausted most of the local treasures so now we have to go on long road or ferry trips to get to the few remaining ‘must see’ locations (like the island of puffins: Mykines!) There are a couple of pretty places that are close-by but to appreciate them the fog has to lift and the sun has to shine! It shows no sign of doing either until Friday — but considering the most exciting thing…

Yesterday we went for an ‘easy walk’. Well, it was meant to be an easy walk until my hosts — my guides – forgot where exactly where we were going. <Whispers> ‘It’s just over the next rise…’ ‘No, I’m sure it’s over there…’ ‘Well, let’s just go all over the mountains. I’m sure Seb will be fine… Look at him, he’s all big and strong and…’ <They think I can’t hear them. But my hearing is heightened in extreme circumstances…>…

Being the gracious hosts that they are, they obviously offered to take a photo of me looking like shit and wishing for a swift, painless death. I like to think I managed to look a little defiant, but really I just look knackered. Those 9 months without travel have left me really rather unfit… We’re going for an ‘easier walk’ today, apparently. I’m packing the amphetamines. Notice how I still managed to take my glasses off before the photo was…

I know I’m being dramatic but it’s TRUE! When your heart is beating 200 times per minute it has to be bad news, unless you’re an Olympiad, right? We had to stop four times, and two of the six actually turned back, unable to make it to the summit. But with my geeky, atrophied not-used-in-over-10-month legs, my shrivelled lungs and the heart of a man half my size… I made it! (I not putting enough effort into describing just how…