Waiting for good weather is no option
We took the bus to Klaksvik, the starting point of our route, where we spent the evening attaching bags and packs to our bikes in a way that kept them as waterproof as possible because the weather forecast for the next few days was not much better. Waiting for nicer weather was not an option. We didn’t come all this way to sit around at the hotel. So the next day, we grabbed our bikes and dared to face the wind.
The first route led us on a big loop on the road from Klaksvik in a Northerly direction all the way to the Western-most town on the islands – to Vidareidi. The wind battered our faces and rain drops felt like small waterbombs exploding painfully on our skin. A good thing that there was hardly anybody out on the roads in the Western part of the islands. The wind repeatedly got a hold of our bikes and tossed us from left to right and back.
As we exited from a tunnel just short of the little village Havannsund, we were barely able to stay put on our bikes, the wind was blowing so strong. Even breathing was difficult. Right next to us, water fell down a wall. But it never reached the ground as it would normally do; instead, it was grabbed by the wind and yanked upwards again. It almost seemed like an upside-down waterfall.
When we reached our destination for the day, we decided against spending the night in the tent. We dried our soaked through clothes in front of the warm radiator instead. The wind was supposed to stay just as strong during the next few days and not diminish, but less rain was in the forecast. A small glimmer of hope! So the next day we set off again, on our way to leave the western-most of the main islands to go to the largest island “Eysturoy”.