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Bornholm: The island where holiday dreams come true

Sun, songs, smoked herring and love inspired one American wanderer to make a small Danish island home for a while


(Photos: Colourbox)

July 26, 2014
07:00

by Ray Weaver


June 1995. Bornholm, Denmark ... I think.

I’m standing in front of a tiny scrap of an airport, my legs shaking from the miserable 8ºC rainy weather combined with my first-ever ride in a propeller-driven plane.

Blue ink is blurring across the damp, yellow Post-it note on which I’ve written the name of the hotel I am supposed to sing at for the summer.

Summer? What summer?
When I left Nashville the day before, it had been over 30ºC, and my pals and I spent the day allegedly fishing but mostly drinking beer on a lake – this was the send-off to my great European musical adventure.

So here I am. An American with too much luggage, a guitar across my back, ready to rock. Except I have no clue how to get to where I am supposed to be. The fading ink on my note looks something like “Randy skunk”.

When I landed in Copenhagen an hour before, I had asked the girl at the information desk where I could get a taxi to take me to Bornholm.

I am supposed to play in Denmark, and Bornholm is in Denmark – hence, my belief that the end of 17 hours of travelling was now just a taxi ride away.

The fact that Bornholm is an island that rests in the Baltic Sea some 180 kilometres away from Copenhagen had not even entered my consciousness.

The girl kindly pointed to the remaining boarding card in my ticket envelope and waved me in the direction of the domestic terminal.

I walked out onto a tarmac landing strip for the first time in my life, and climbed aboard a crate that looked like it hadn’t been in service since Bogey and Sam played ‘As Time Goes By’ for the first time. In fact, I sort of felt a little like Bogart climbing up onto that old egg-beater.

When I finally reached Bornholm, one of the two taxi drivers standing in front of the terminal ambled over to me and asked, in very good English, “Are you the man singing at the hotel in Randkløve this summer?”

“Uh ... I guess ...”
“Well, c’mon then,” he said. “The boys have paid your fare.”

‘The boys’ were a musical duo of Danish brothers who had recorded at a studio I worked at in Nashville. We hit it off, and they asked me if I wanted to spend the summer singing at a hotel they had in Denmark.

I gave them my address and home telephone number – these were the days before the internet and mobile phones – and figured I’d never hear from them again.

To my surprise, a ticket turned up in the mail a few months later ... and here I was, wherever the hell that was.

And by the way, taxi driver,how exactly did you know who I was?

“The boys told me to look for a cowboy. You may be the first person who has ever come to Bornholm wearing a cowboy hat,” he said, smiling.

I’m no cowboy, and I don’t normally wear cowboy hats, but a big part of the reason that the brothers were having me over was the novelty of having a format Nashville act play at their hotel.

They wanted the full regalia, and the only effective way to travel with a cowboy hat is to wear it. No matter how dopey it looks.

As we pulled up in front of the hotel, my hosts ran out, handed me my first Danish beer and said, “Welcome to Bornholm. Welcome to the party.”

And what a party it was
I didn’t sing that night, but I watched the brothers do their show.

They sang, told jokes and switched seamlessly between Scandinavian languages, German and English, fully entertaining the tourists from Sweden, Norway and Germany that make up the bulk of Bornholm’s summer visitors.

Some families had been returning to the same summerhouses on the island for decades.

Bornholm is a well-known tourist destination in Europe, but it remains virtually unknown to Americans. And the brothers were right about my novelty: I only saw one other Yank that whole summer.

The morning after my arrival, I watched the sun rise over a field of yellow rapeseed flowers that stretched a kilometre down to an emerald sea that was throwing white foam against black granite rocks.

I walked down to the cliffs and past a battered wooden sign pointing towards Randkløve Skår, a natural cleft in the cliff face where the sea rushed in, creating crystal pools in which people were swimming.

A few kilometres off to the left, I could see Gudhjem, a village that I would grow to love in the days to come.

Café Klint, at the harbour, became my home away from home – I wrote postcards while listening to seagulls and a multitude of new languages swirl around me.

The natural beauty of Bornholm reminded me of images from two books.

One was a child’s picture book about space exploration that I had read when I was at school. There was an illustration of a rocket rising into a cobalt-blue summer sky that faded into the starlit blackness of outer space.

It was an artist’s vision, not a photograph. There was no reason to expect that I would ever actually see a sky like that. And yet, one June evening while I sat on the porch of my hotel on Bornholm, I watched a midnight-sun blue sky fade into a canopy of stars, and that picture was brought to life.

The other book was ‘The Talisman’ by Stephen King. Jack, the young hero of the tale, flips back and forth between the real world and a parallel world that is sort of like the real world once was when kings, queens and knights prevailed.

In this alternative world, the air is cleaner, the water fresher and everything is natural and rustic. Magic is still possible. And that is Bornholm. Real, but if there are trolls and fairies still living anywhere in the world, they are undoubtedly deep in Almindingen forest.

I was supposed to stay on Bornholm for two months that first summer. Once the sun came out on my second day there, it barely rained again for the whole 60 days.

Then I met a woman. I fell in love with her and our island, and ended up staying for ten years.

I ate smoked herring in Allinge to the north and hiked up to the ruins of Hammershus castle.

I discovered Snogebæk to the south, a tiny village with Greek-style fishermen’s shacks and local restaurants tucked between the picture-perfect beaches of Balka and Dueodde, where the sand is so fine that legend says it was once used in hourglasses.

I went shopping in Bornholm’s capital city Rønne as well as in Svaneke, which is filled with shops selling locally made products and a harbour where people buy the catch of the day.

I can’t promise you that endless sunshine or romance awaits you on Bornholm, but I originally went there to make some cash and sing a few songs – and I wound up with a wife, children and a whole new life. That’s a pretty good holiday.


Eat

Sol over Gudhjem (Sunrise over Gudhjem) is Bornholm’s local delicacy: it’s a smoked herring filet on buttered dark Danish rye bread with a raw (pasteurised) egg yolk and chives on top.

Look, I know how it sounds, but trust me – it is amazing. Sublime. Primal, even. A blend of flavours and smokiness and saltiness and textures that has to be experienced to be understood.

There are many places that smoke fish on Bornholm: they are called røgeri, and pretty much every town has one. 

Our pick
Run by a local family that has passed down their trade for several generations, the Gudhjem Røgeri features a full buffet of local cuisine and an outdoor grill in the summertime. And once you discover how much you love smoked fish, they can arrange to ship it to you at home.

Do

For such a small island, Bornholm is many different things to different visitors.

Those who come for the sailing may miss hiking in the forests, those who come to party on the beaches and in the pubs may miss the amazing history of the round churches and Viking ruins.

But no matter what people come to experience, they go away believing that they found it. Seven out of ten people who visit Bornholm once, will come back again.

Our pick
Sørens Værtshus in the village of Snogebæk is an island mainstay, featuring sanded floors, live music every night and a boat in the ceiling – revellers can climb into it and swing back and forth.

Early crowds are generally older tourists and families enjoying a pizza at the outside tables.

Later on, the tempo heats up and the youngsters take over.

During special events like the Havnefest or a concert, the line at the bar can stretch for 500 metres, so order a couple while you’re there.

Stay
Sadly, the old hotel in this tale no longer exists, and hotels in general tend to be pricey here.

There are a number of hostels on the island, and the one in Gudhjem offers good, clean, basic rooms and a decent restaurant with meals at fair prices.

It fills up with youngsters and families in the summer, so it may not be the first choice if you’re looking for peace and quiet.

But there are always summer places and rooms for rent around the island. For those who like to camp, Bornholm has plenty of places to pitch a tent.

Our pick
The campground in Sandvig near Allinge, features everything from rustic tent places to cabins with electricity, stoves, water – the works.

There is a playground and hopping pillows for the kids, and good-sized outdoor grills.

A small yet pleasant beach is within walking distance, and the ruins of Hammershus and the Hammersø lake region contain some of most dramatic and beautiful scenery on the island 

(sandvigcamping.dk).


Getting there
Regular flights (now featuring jet airplanes!) from Copenhagen’s Kastrup Airport to Bornholm take less than 45 minutes. And the opening of the Øresund Bridge in 2000 has brought the island closer to the mainland than ever. 

You can drive yourself, or take a bus or train through Sweden’s Scania region to Ystad, where a high-speed catamaran ferry takes you to Rønne.

The trip from Copenhagen takes about 4 hours, including the 90-minute ferry trip. Ferry information at færgen.dk.



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