Once in Kalsoy, A single road traveling north-south goes by several villages. On the way to Kallurin, I made a stop at Mikladalur, an old whalers village, now mostly known for the seal woman statue. A short walk down step stairs from the center of the village takes you down to the old pier where the statue is, as if coming out of the sea and pealing her seal skin. You car read the legend here
From there I drove to Trollanes at the northern end of the island where I parked my car and started hiking. The path is gentle with ample views to the East. Little is visible from the trail of what you’ll get at the end. As you traverse the fields, there are several remains of old shelters now used by sheep to stay out of the wind.
Then, far in the distance, a tiny white spec appears. The lighthouse. As you get closer, the hill on the left starts getting steeper and suddenly it ends. On the other side, a sheer wall appears that drops down beyond what the ridge allows you to see.
Once you get to the lighthouse, you’re surrounded by cliffs. There are a couple of paths heading further out but if you are afraid of heights, this is where you stop. Views from the point are incredible though. To the left and almond behind you, the cliff of Mt Stapata drops to a small bay down below.
Far in the distance, you can also see the northern coast of the island of Eysturoy and, if you look closely, you can see Risin and Kellingin, the giant and the witch. Story goes that they tried to steal the island to Kalsoy to take it back to Iceland but where caught by the morning sun rays and turned into stone.
To the north, a short path to a promontory where you can get closer to the cliff and get better views of the birds that inhabit the rocks.
And to the east, another ridge with steep drops on both sides that gives you a great view of the lighthouse and Mt Stapata behind.
I spent a bit of time on both places taking pictures of birds and was lucky enough to see the only puffin I would see in my entire trip.
A bit later, a giant cloud rolled in and consumed the mountain marking my time to start heading back and passing by some curious sheep.