To spend the Prayer Day holidays on the island of Bornholm sounded like a dream. Flemming and I took off from my flying club in Holbæk already Thursday afternoon:
We had planned an almost direct route – there is not much traffic in Copenhagen and Malmö airports nowadays:
Kastrup, the international airport in Copenhagen, was almost empty:
I think, I might be the only pilot in whole Denmark who didn’t do a low pass in Kastrup during the COVID-19 lockdown.
Oresunds bridge, connecting Denmark and Sweden, and the city of Malmö in the background:
“The fields of gold” in Sweden:
Landing in Rønne on Bornholm island, runway 29:
General aviation parking has good view to the tower:
We had rented a car, and though we indicated that we were going to arrive by a private aircraft, the officers at Europcar didn’t notice the difference, and the office was closed. Normally visitors arrive via a scheduled flight… Flemming called and called Europcar’s phone numbers, and nobody answered the phone. After half an hour a lady came to the office – it was pure luck… We got the keys and – on the road:
Charming old houses and blooming trees on our way:
Bornholm is an extremely popular destination, and normally one have to book accommodation well in advance. But due to the corona lockdown (one of the very few advantages of the COVID-19 times!), even the night before our departure, there were lots of free hotel rooms. We booked Sandkaas seaside hotel in Allinge:
When we came up, there were several doors in the front, and I was a bit puzzled with which one was the entrance. One of the doors had a sign “Welcome home!” So, naturally, I assumed it was the one. But – when I opened it – it was a utility room! 🙂
We found the right door, and checked in. The hotel was really nice, and stylishly decorated:
It was first open on the day of our arrival, after the winter season, and we were the first customers.
A private patio, calm and idyllic, with morning sun:
And stunning room views:
I finished my work for that day (had to bring my work laptop with me!), and later on Flemming and I had a platter of tapas served, prepared with passion and integrity by the hotel’s restaurant from local ingredients.
We had a glass of prominent Moët and handmade Swiss chocolate, too. We were on Bornholm, after all.
