The Faroes sit alone in the North Atlantic, halfway between Iceland and Norway, and they behave like it. Sheep outnumber people, tunnels run under the sea, and waterfalls drop straight into the ocean from cliffs so tall the spray drifts back up.

Why we love it

Our itinerary follows the islands’ own rhythm: ferry days, fog days, and the sudden clear afternoons when you can see from Slættaratindur all the way to the edge of the archipelago. Dinners are at a farmhouse table in Kirkjubøur, where the family has fermented lamb for 17 generations.

What’s included

• Hand-picked stays, chosen and visited by our team

• A local guide who calls this place home

• All ground transport and most meals

• A 24/7 trip designer on the other end of the phone