A thin layer of snow today. There are three fiberglass cables that connect the Faroe Islands with the rest of the world. I visited the telecom company today and heard that when a fisher boat (and it does happen) cuts one of the cables they don’t have a problem. But when all three get cut, like it once happened to the island Malta, then they are unreachable. Except the very small islands, because they all have a satellite telephone in case of emergency.
When I walk into the shops I see a lot of products I don’t know. Today John, among many other dishes, explained me about Ræstan fiskur: this is half-dried fish which is boiled and served with garnatolg, matured sheep’s tallow melted with margarine into a kind of sauce. They say it smells very strong, but tastes delicious.