Ferrying to Iceland

As I type I am looking out at the waves of the North Sea as we sail toward Torshavn, the capital city of the Faroe Islands. We are aboard the Smyril Line ferry that departed from Hirtshals, Denmark on Saturday, September 16, with a final destination of Seydisfjordur, Iceland on Tuesday the 19th. And, as if that isn’t exciting enough, Bijou is on board, too!!! I mean, she’s been with us for almost all of our European adventures, how could we not bring her along?

Image from besthike.com

Iceland is a big bucket list destination on our European tour and we’ve been trying to get there since the spring of 2021. Covid stopped us in our tracks. The Iceland borders were open to tourists, but Denmark was not. We had parked up in Germany near the Danish border waiting for them to open up to travelers so we could catch the ferry, but the authorities kept extending the closures, so we finally threw in the towel and took off to Poland. We ended up having a fabulous summer in Scandinavia, so it all worked out. But still, we haven’t stopped trying to get to Iceland.

When we were in Ireland this summer, I mentioned to Steven that we might be able to work in Iceland if we traveled there either this fall or in the spring of 2024. As you might imagine, transporting a motorhome and two people to Iceland is not a cheap endeavor, but we managed to hit a window when ferry fares seemed almost affordable, similar to plane fare. We waited about three weeks just to sit with the idea for a while, then we pulled the trigger. At the height of the tourist season the cost was more than double, so we decided we would brave the North Sea in the fall. And so here we are, being brave.

On Board the Smyril Line

We had about a day and a half of gorgeous weather, perfect for being out at sea. At this point the waters were somewhat sheltered by Norway to the north, so all was hunky dory. We sailed through the North Sea oil fields, the middle of the Shetland Islands and on toward Torshavn, the capital of the Faroe Islands. Unfortunately, not long after leaving the Shetlands, the weather took a turn for the worse.

Bijou was among the last on the ferry, but it didn’t seem very crowded. They have to board vehicles in a certain order to make sure those who want off in the Faroe Islands can roll right off when the ship docks and not get blocked in.
We had calm seas heading out from Denmark. The clouds drifted around in the sky, but never completely covered the sun. We took this time to find our way around the ship, which is one of the most confusing I’ve ever been on.
The wind screens at the front of the ship make for a nice place to sit and watch the world go by.
It got too cold for me outside and I finally moved in to watch the amazing sunset.
We got comfy in our cabin, although “comfy” is a relative term. My bed was super comfy for sure. The only chair in the cabin is that little stool Steven is sitting on. In that cabinet was a refrigerator, unfortunately it never really got cold enough to keep any food cool enough to be safe to eat.
We both slept well the first night and early the next morning we staked our our chaise lounges and settled in for the day. There was lots of comfortable seating around the ship and it never felt too crowded.
This was a first full day at sea. We sailed through the North Sea oil fields. There are nearly 200 rigs out there so we could see them dotted all over the landscape.
Gas flares, burning off the excess gas as a safety measure so it doesn’t build up and become a danger.

Torshavn, Faroe Islands

As night came, the weather made a turn for the worse, though we both managed to get some sleep. We arrived in Torshavn just as it was starting to get light outside. We were able to disembark and spend a couple of hours in town. Lucky for us, there was a break in the precipitation during our visit. We returned to the ship only to find our departure was delayed by four hours. This, according to the announcement, was due to maintenance issues and not weather. I don’t find either one of those comforting, to be honest.

First things first before disembarking – breakfast buffet! That is Torshavn in the background. Our ship takes up the whole harbor and can be seen from all over town.
The red buildings with the grass roofs make up part of Torshavn’s Old Town called Tinganes, which is nestled between two marinas. The Prime Minister’s office is here as are the offices of several other government agencies. It is a fairly compact town, but much bigger than we thought it would be. We liked it immediately.
Black-tarred wooden houses with white-framed windows and grass roofs from the 14th century. People still live in these houses and no doubt there are a couple of AirBnbs in here somewhere. 
Buildings on the marina sporting all the Nordic colors.
Torshavn Cathedral established in 1788.
Skansin Lighthouse at the edge of Torshavn. As seen out our cabin window.
As instructed, we were back onboard the ship by Noon only to learn the ship’s departure had been delayed by four hours. We settled in on a sofa with an electric plug nearby so we could charge all the things. We spent the next few hours here writing and publishing our blog post on Wales.
Although our delay was due to maintenance issues, it could have just as easily been the weather. As you can see, things beyond Torshavn were about to get worse. Much worse. In this photo, from Windy.com, blue is good, any shade of red is bad and that’s right where we were heading.

The North Sea

We pulled out of Torshavn around 5 pm and headed north around the islands. Just as it started to get dark we were out in the open sea and beyond the protection of land. This is when things really started to get rocky. The captain calmly informed us of 18-22 foot swells and high winds. I asked the woman at the customer service desk if this was considered rough. She said, “It depends on who you ask.” I took that as a yes.

When we originally booked our passage we just picked a few meals to have on board and brought plenty of snacks of our own. We had nothing preordered the night before our arrival in Iceland so we just stopped by the cafeteria for burgers. As the waves grew higher, we barely made it back to our cabin and immediately got horizontal. From that moment on we were confined to our cabin where going from our beds to the bathroom was a huge challenge. Steven struggled with seasickness. I am not prone to that, but even I found it tough going until I was able to fall asleep. Until then, we watched some shows we had downloaded. I found that as long as I watched the screen, which was not pitching up and down, I felt less of the effects of the ship bucking like a bull.

Seydisfjordur, Iceland

It goes without saying that we were thrilled to arrive in Iceland. Of course we were excited to begin our adventure, but mainly it was good to be on solid ground. Our excitement was short-lived however. Somehow we thought there would be a bit of protection from the storm that we’d been through at sea, but this was not the case. We were met with lashing rain and high winds gusting up to 80 mph. Half the town had been evacuated as a precaution due to landslides. In December 2020 there was a huge landslide and the entire town had to be evacuated. I guess this is just a way of life for residents of coastal Iceland.

This is the weather forecast upon our arrival and the messages about evacuations. Welcome to Iceland.

To get from Seydisfjordur to Highway 1, better known as Iceland’s Ring Road, we first had to drive from sea level across a 2000 foot pass. Given the wind and rain conditions and all the warnings, we decided to just stay put. We went to the campground about 500 meters from the ferry. It turned out to be the best decision because the queasy feelings of sea sickness stayed with us for a while. So we were happy to just chill out. Also, before we sailed we had put our bikes inside Bijou. The ferries charge by length and height for vehicles, so with our bikes inside we saved a couple of hundred euros on our fare. When we got off the ferry we had to get them out and put them back on the rack in the pouring rain. I say “we”, but you know I mean Steven.

Bikes inside and Bijou prepared for her North Sea crossing to Iceland. Looks like the place has been tossed.
Here we are at our first campground in Iceland waiting out the weather. There were just a few others here when we arrived, but by end of day the place was packed. This is because all those folks were here to board the ferry for the trip back to Denmark. It was scheduled to leave at 8 p.m. the next day after we arrived, but it ended up being delayed by over 12 hours.

We spent the day with winds howling all around us, but we were warm and cozy in Bijou. We took some time to figure out our route. The weather in Iceland seems to mirror that which we experienced in Ireland this summer, wet and cool. In Iceland, especially in the north, wet and cool can mean freezing temperatures and ice. Not exactly good motorhoming weather. One thing Iceland has on top of those conditions is wind, especially this time of year. Really, really fierce winds that are no joke when it comes to driving a high-profile vehicle. Adventure, indeed!

Before I wrap up this post, I want to make a recommendation for a television series. You know how we like to watch shows that take place in the towns we visit, well lo and behold, we came upon an Iceland-produced show that was filmed in Seydisfjordur, and our Smyril Line ferry features in many of the first season’s episodes. The show is called “Trapped” and it is a “Nordic thriller” available on Netflix in Iceland, but not sure about the US. We are really enjoying it, so for all you who are looking for new shows to watch, give this one a try if its available and let us know what you think!

As always, another pencil art portrait contribution from Steven. He has been enjoying working online with an art teacher. If you would like to see more, you can keep up with what he’s doing by following his Facebook art page here or on Instagram here.


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14 Comments

  1. Vernon Hauser

    I all most got seasick just reading about your trip across the North Sea. I could never make the trip as could never pronoun any of those names there. I’m looking forward to more post and photos of Iceland. Oh, by the way who has to mow the grass roofs? Hope the weather improves for you. Safe travels.

    1. 2chouters

      Listen, we just make up our own names. I do know how to say and spell Seydisfjordur and Reykjavik, but other than that, we have “Eggtown”, “H-Town” and “that A place”. And that big volcano that erupted in 2010, Eyjafjallajökull, it’s known as E-15 (E and all the letters that follow.) We definitely sound impaired, though. 🙂

  2. We were in Iceland a year ago in August (not in the northeast, tho) and like to have froze to death! We had many layers on, trying to stay warm while touring around. The wind! OMG I cannot imagine how it would be in autumn/winter. Good luck! Safe travels! Steven’s artwork is wonderful.

    1. 2chouters

      I have taken to wearing my fuzzy pajama pants under my rain pants. It is a great combo I would have never thought of if not for the frigid winds of Iceland. But hey, it works! And also my Eddie Bauer puffer, the best coat on Planet Earth, in my opinion. 🙂

    1. 2chouters

      I have had to be creative with my outerwear, but we are staying warm! When you look for Trapped, you might have to put your VPN in Iceland. Also, there is a show called Entrapped, and it is apparently the third season of this show. Go figure. 🙂 And, the creator of Trapped also has another show out we are watching called “Katla”, after the nearby glacier-covered volcano. It is more weird, but still somewhat compelling to watch.

    1. 2chouters

      I am not going to lie, the notion of a return trip on that ferry in the middle of October has caused a low-hum of dread during my visit to Iceland. Nothing I can do but endure it, so that’s my plan. And a sleeping pill.

  3. Laura

    I can feel the chill from here (which is saying something because it’s really hot here at the moment.) Luckily, I know from seeing your posts on Facebook that Iceland was well worth the hassle to get there, but man, 18-20 foot swells has even me freaked out. And I generally don’t get seasick. Between the endless dark, the brutal wind, and the unforgiving paths to get there, Iceland is not messin around, huh?

    1. 2chouters

      Iceland in a motorhome is an adventure in the truest sense. Even though it is beautiful, there is a low hum of dread in my psyche. We are constantly monitoring the weather. Rain. Wind. Snow. Sun. Sometimes all at once. And then there’s the trip back to terra firma, across the North Sea, in mid-October. Oh, well. I got a cut and color waiting for me about an hour after we disembark in Denmark, so that’s something to look forward to, right? 🙂

  4. Colibabas

    Seasickness is no joke..been there and done that! Although I never heaved it took me two days to get my land legs back. Quite the adventure going to Iceland. Safe travels!

    1. 2chouters

      Steven is not so lucky in the heaving department, it is almost inevitable for him. Thankfully, not so with me. It is interesting how quickly we adapt to the movement. When we got off the ship in the Faroe Islands, we both just wobbled all over town!

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