Russia's summer hangout
It was the Russians who started with villas when they decided Hanko would make a good spa town. And they threw in a casino for good measure. The villas are the old dames of the town, sunning themselves by sea and many growing old gracefully. My villa is one of the few that's not named after a wife or daughter of the Russians who built them. It has seen better years and the single room could be a blocked-off corridor. I can't open my bag and stand up at the same time because of the limited floorspace. You can well imagine Uncle Vanya being set in one of these creaking old beauties.
Still in the morning it's possible to go out and explore with the sun living up to the tourist brochure. The beaches are fairly narrow by Antipodean standards, but there are huge lumps of granite that loll on and off the shore like half-submerged seals. Granite from around Hanko was used to sculpt the figures outside Helsinki railway station.
The statue was taken down again after pressure from the Soviet Union was brought to bear in 1946. By this stage the chiseller must have thought he was out of work and done with fickled re-drafts. Nope. It was re-erected in 1960 for the last time, with a simpler and more PC message: For our Liberty.
Sauna-o-meter: 5, I am a shame to Finns everywhere.
Price to re-fill the hire car: E56.
Best 'we almost forgot the vowel' place name: Gylto