Love, Peace & Harmony

Hanko and Raseborg want to show you something magical. It is the incredible avalanche of changing seasons, opening on the glass verandas of small cities. White, red, dark blue or understated green. The rough sea changes the colours with cleansing fury.

You have found your way to a website that opens the door to happiness, peace and love. Here you can listen to the sounds of the sea, find your own attic room in the embrace of the village or a secret rocky beach. And Hanko and Raseborg are so close by: in the south, just a short trip from Helsinki. Perfectly close for an unforgettable weekend, just far enough away to escape the everyday routine.

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In with the west wind

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Weekend experiences

In the autumn, Hanko and Raseborg are secret worlds. Those who find them will be astonished and delighted. So many options for a weekend getaway are hidden behind the miraculous silence. Here are a few stories. Which ones would you like to experience?

A cycling paradise in Fiskars for the Jopo girl and Cyclo-cross boy, and a retreat with asanas on the cliff

The cyclo-cross boy's and Jopo girl's paradise

Eppu stamped down the porch steps. His eyes squinty as he blew me a kiss. How can someone get so many freckles in one day? I walked back into the cabin in my wool socks and warmed my hands around my teacup. It can get a bit draughty in an old villa this early in the spring. I took a piece of wood from the hollow in the wall and threw it into the fireplace, behind the decorative wrought-iron door. How wonderfully warm!

I moved the old green rocking chair into a patch of sun. Through the window I could see a slice of rock, a bit of foamy sea and the vast, high sky. The tea had steeped just enough. I would drink this cup and then bring my yoga mat out onto the rock. An hour of sun salutations and the first series, then Eppu would be back from Fiskars Village. First thing in the morning he had said he wanted to ride along the riverbank, under the old hardwood trees. Of course I ordered a big bag of pralines from Petris Chocolate Room right away from my own bike delivery boy. Soon it would be time for brunch at the main manor house. Or should I heat up the sauna in the meantime?

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A hippie van full of kite surfers taking it easy in the Hanko club scene in autumn

A hippie van full of kite surfers taking it easy in Hanko in the autumn

Marko and I are already running to the beach at Tulliniemi, but Rakel is still by the VW fixing something on her wetsuit. The sea water is sixteen degrees, the south-easterly wind at eleven metres per second. Absolutely legendary conditions. The Ozone 9-metre in the air. I can't see anything other than green water and the sun.

I wade into the cold water, fall in, my feet in the straps, the kite twitches and the board starts planing immediately. I'm so happy I want to scream. Marko yells something behind me. I don't feel cold, but when my toes have lost their colour and my thumb can't touch my pinkie anymore, we bring our kites back to the beach. Paavo and Dani have been screaming themselves hoarse to get us to come eat. I kick off my wetsuit, put a fleece shirt over my wet body and sit down on the blanket.

The others have already eaten and are planning the evening. Joni says we should leave the truck and our stuff at Tulliniemi and hitchhike back to the Silversand campground for the night. Rakel, Marko and I are too busy wolfing down our ground lamb burgers to answer. Ville is playing Jack Johnson on his Landola with his eyes closed and everyone is laughing.

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A sister and her
brother on a weekend diving trip

A sister and her brother on a weekend diving trip

The connecting boat whirred and my stomach seized. It wasn't seasickness, it was simply the adrenaline brought on by the journey. Before long we reached the spot between Böxholm and Hästö. The boat slowed down and the skipper hollered: we were almost above the first wreck. We knew beforehand that it was a steel, Russian Mologna brand paddle steamer which had sunk in 1916.

My sister jumped back-first into the water, and I went after her. The clear autumn sky changed to blurry green, bubbles, then silence and a murmur. My sister sped forward at a dizzying pace. She's always in a hurry to discover things before me. The wreck was 50 metres long, and its prow was coming into view in front of us, at a depth of nine metres. Some light came from above, and the whizz of the regulator broke the silence. I felt the familiar, safe embrace of the water pressure surrounding me.

Late in the evening we sat with wet hair in the shelter of the Ekenäs harbour on the terrace of Café Ada. After Skagen and duck confit I swirled the Valpolicella in my glass and my sister turned the sea chart around. She was searching by candlelight for the route we would take to Hanko the next day, where a paradise of 300 wrecks would await us. Fog was already creeping in under the fruit trees. I got up to get the grey, thick blanket in the doorway and put it around my little sister's narrow shoulders.

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A mother and daughter on a meringue-frosted literary journey

A mother and daughter on a meringue-frosted literary journey

Hilma shouted after the little ducks on the beach. I sat in the small, blue log sauna at the Port of the Baltic. I rested my forehead on my knees and cried out with overflowing joy. The girl, with the moving dedication of a four year old, had made "shapes of happiness" on the rock out of chive flowers, kelp, seabird feathers and small stones.

In the morning we bumped into the target of Hilma's greatest admiration, children's author Irmelin Sandman Lilius, who was looking for her cat on the shore of the Boulevard. Much to our delight, Irmelin had time to chat with Hilma for a moment about mussel shells and sea monsters. Then we continued on our journey to pick up meringue cakes from the bakery.

The little ferry took us back to land soon after. I had promised Hilma a giant crayfish tail and baked meringue-rhubarb ice cream at the Rantamakasiini Pirate restaurant.

It would be best to save summer detective stories and children's books at Maria's second-hand bookshop at Villa Orrmann for last, right before heading home. Last time we bought more books than either of us could carry. Thankfully the cheerful sailor boys helped us and our loads onto the train.

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The lighthouse-spotting boys' trip to see caves and ghosts

The lighthouse-spotting boys take a trip to see ghosts

As soon as we woke up from our sleep in the attic of the old cabin, we were feeling incredibly fresh. Lari said he hadn't slept so soundly in his whole life. Breakfast was waiting in the yard as planned; a large, sublimely good omelette, fresh smoked salmon, rolls that were still warm, cherries, black currants and, under a cap, a pot of hot coffee. Nobody said a word, we just devoured every last crumb.

The bright weather changed when we got to the harbour. A chilling wind started drizzling in our faces when we hopped on board the Panda, Björn's taxi boat. We were happy about the change in the weather: grey fog is more appropriate for this kind of trip. We intended to spend the night in a tent near the watchtower on Jussarö island, as it was by the ruins of a lighthouse that had been blown up in the war.

Harri stared into the fog at the approaching island, and said he was sure we would find signs of supernatural activities on this trip. An unusual number of magnetic disturbances have been observed on Jussarö. At one time, iron ore was dug out of the island, and it is said that there are railroads and even a whole stone dining room deep under the sea. In addition to all this, they say that Jussi, from whom the island gets its name, used to plunder castaway ships as early as the 1200s. Our ghost-spotting trip had begun in unusually favourable conditions.

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The Slow Life boys and their hunt for white truffles

The Slow Life boys and their hunt for white truffles

Kimmo was waiting for me on the steps of Restaurant GH, whistling with his hands in his pockets, as I rolled in on our Moto-Guzzi. I threw my helmet into the sidecar and grabbed the picnic basket, then we went into the restaurant hand in hand. Red onion compote, smoke-cured leg of lamb, a baguette and escargot-artichoke quiches waited in the basket under the table cloth.

Once again the sea air had made us terribly hungry. We decided to have a small snack, and then continue our truffle hunt to Svartå Manor, where we would have our picnic meal. Then again, that's what we had said the day before. Our ""little snack"" had led us through the coastguard's wine cellar to a beautiful dinner at the Manor, which continued at the old smokehouse.

We'd only had a moment to breathe at the guesthouse in the morning. We lay in our Egyptian cotton sheets and curled up with laughter over how we had stuffed ourselves with twelve smoked flounder each and two pots of mussels. We hadn't had a whiff of truffles yet, but it didn't matter at all.

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We are waiting for you

Here you will find the finest weekend experiences in Hanko and Raasepori.

Hanko Tourist Office

www.hanko.fi/tourism

Villaromance

tourism.hanko.fi

Slow indulgence

tourism.hanko.fi

Rent a bike, a kayak or a boat

tourism.hanko.fi

An esthetic milieu nourishes creativity

tourism.hanko.fi

Raseborg Tourist Office

www.visitraseborg.com/en

Love of locally produced food

www.visitraseborg.com

Charm and a riot of color

www.visitraseborg.com

Antiquing or a chocolate tasting?

www.fiskarsvillage.fi/en

Raging seas and surging waves

www.visitraseborg.com

Monika's World

Monika Fagerholm

Monika Fagerholm (b. 1961) is one of the most renowned authors in the Nordic countries. In 1998 she came to Ekenäs to write and live at the Villa Snäcksund artists' residence.

At her artists' apartment, the author began her works Den amerikanska flickan (The American Girl) and Glitterscenen (Glitter Scene). The books went on to become critically acclaimed bestsellers. The American Girl was awarder the prestigious Swedish August prize in 2005. This is how Monika tells us about the places in Raseborg that are important to her and her book.

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How to get there?

It's easy to drive to Hanko and Raseborg on the main roads, be eco-friendly by train or take it easy with a bus trip. Travel by bike and your journey will be part of the adventure. Go off the trail from time to time and travel at your own pace. A boat trip has its own unique atmosphere and indescribable landscapes.

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Where to stay?

Where do you want to stay in Hanko and Raseborg? There are many old villas to choose from, where the wooden steps creak and the sun plays on the coloured-glass windows. You'll sleep soundly on soft sheets at the luxury hotels along the river. You'll find a cosy atmosphere with the rain beating down on the slanted roof and the smell of the sea in an old log house in the middle of the old town. Or maybe you're the bed and breakfast type, looking for a fast, easy and inexpensive place to stay.

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Services, attractions and experiences

The area is full of good restaurants, art exhibitions, museums, artists' studios open to the public, places for exercise and sports, market squares, saunas, places for nature hikes, possibilities for outdoor recreation from bike rentals to parachuting courses. Experiences you couldn't even imagine, such as villages, observation towers, lighthouses, churches, war museums, organic farms and haunted houses.

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