I was adamant that we weren’t making our way to the Faroe Islands to be able to dangle our boots over a cliff edge, take an instagram over the sea and tell people that we’d got lost and embraced our sense of ‘adventure’.
No. We were headed to the Faroes to ride our bikes and take in as much of those magical islands as our eyes could (and legs would let us) see. Fast forward 8 hours in Copenhagen airport, one of the best commercial airline flights into a country ever and a logistical luggage nightmare with the amount of boxers I’d packed later, and there we were. Sat dangling our legs over a cliff edge, our phones at the ready and embracing our sense of adventure. Damn you, Faroes.