I meet my cabin mates in the breakfast queue and
they invite me to join them.
They appear to be Faroese and not Danish. When I
listened them talk last night then I already started to suspect that. Their
representative communicates in German that is seasoned with some English words.
Retired bookkeeper. Writes me her address and phone number so that I could go
visit her and have coffee when I’ll be in Torshavn. They are part of a hundred
person group from the Faroe Islands that went to Bornholm to some kind of Bible
event.
I find a place for reading in the higher spheres
where the tracker has satellite connection so I don’t have to go occasionally
on the outer deck anymore to show myself to the satellites.
My new Faroese friends have invited me to a Faroese
presentation about Greenland for 11 o’clock. To listen to the language. A few
seamen talk and they share stories about being on a ship in storm on the
Greenlandic coast. Drown seamen are remembered. A man who was killed by the
Romans almost 2000 years ago also plays some part in the stories. Singing in
between. A song calls listeners to use Jesus’ blood. Like some kind of meeting
of vampires. Since I’m sitting more or less in the first row so I cannot leave
the Bible society meeting until two hours later. The end comes with singing the
Faroese national anthem.
At about four o’clock people who have been thrown
out of their cabins start to gather on the stairs and in the corridors. Those
who depart in Torshavn have to move out of their cabins one and a half hours
before arrival there.
The islands are in thick cloud. Nice walking weather. Dry,
little wind, no heat. It starts to rain soon though. When I come back here,
likely in November, then it will look even gloomier.
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