Klaksvik – The Faroes – the old part – turf-covered houses.

The turf-covered roofs are so very different – only in this climate! They are picturesque. It does give an impression of what things used to be like long ago when this place was just a handful of houses, a tiny fishing community.

The Faroes – Klaksvik – around town

It is fascinating to see how these isolated fishing/whaling communities grew up in the Faroes and Iceland. They must have been tiny communities living in remote safe havens deep in fjords that have now blossomed into towns.

Faroes – Klaksvik and whaling

The whaling heritage is made apparent when you stumble across a whale jawbone stuck as a monument. They still cruelly murder these beautiful creatures. A lack of empathy.

The Faroes – Klaksvik in the drizzly rain

I am told that it’s often like this. Even the ducks were fed up.

Klaksvik – The Faroes – The fascinating cathedral.

As an atheist, I do find it interesting to look at the artistic and financial resources that are poured into superstition. The best artists and craftsmen were employed to make structures and art that were intended to impress. That was its purpose. It was meant to make people believe that if they go to this much trouble it must be true. To stimulate awe and wonder. It’s like an arms race between religions.

This one was no exception. It was impressive. And I’ve not been in a religious building that had incorporated an old whaling boat into its interior.

The other amazing thing was the quality of the artistic wood art in the basement.