Il y a peu près 500 ans, la ville de Klitmøller était plutôt connue pour ses bateaux qui participaient aux échanges commerciaux avec la Norvège. Aujourd’hui, c’est principalement le surf qui redonne lui redonne vie, depuis la découverte de spots, début des années 80. La région abrite plusieurs spots et a attire de plus en plus de surfeurs qui viennent s’installer dans cette zone dite « Cold Hawaii »
Mor (originaire d’Israël) et Vahiné (une Tahitienne née au Danemark) font maintenant partie des locaux et ensemble ont créé un surf camp. Petit à petit ils y ont ajouté une surf house, un shop, une salle de shape, un café, etc. Bref, Klitmøller takeover! En septembre dernier, ils ont invité Lee-Ann Curren et son papa Tom pour jouer au Ocean Love Festival, leur donnant l’opportunité de découvrir le coin, les spots locaux, de goûter du poisson fraichement péché, et boire quelques bières bien fraîches.
Denmark is a place where a hotdog shop awaits your arrival at the airport, one of those with all the different options, that makes you instantly forget your good will to eat healthy.
The roads are dotted by houses with pointy tops, and as you drive through green grassy fields, the sea is never out of sight for too long. At the end of the road you get to Klitmøller, a little village surrounded by sand dunes and old war bunkers polished by the storms.
Surfers form Tahiti, Israel, France, Germany or Brazil have decided to call this place home for a while and make half of the local surf community. Danish surfers are not afraid of challenging stormy conditions and pride themselves in surfing water close to freezing temperatures.
The local surf shop is always full of life, it is where you get your daily dose of caffeine with a surf report from the locals. A few minutes away there’s a celebration at the harbour, it smells of fish and herbs they give away plates of all kinds of delicious food, fishermen are chanting, and kids play with blocs of ice while their parents pick fish for the week.
We jumped into thick wetsuits the first morning, and walked up the sand dune under the cold rain, mostly to feel more awake make and excuse for some more coffee drinking later that day.
Dark grey waters produced peeling lefts with a strangely short interval that made the waves very consistent, our friend Mor was finding pockets to hit and take cover from, wearing a big smile on his face every time he paddled back out.
I tried surfing my dad’s skimboard but after digging the rail one too many times I went back on the twinny.
Later that day, in the town’s fishing house, we plugged our instruments into the old PA system, and as me and my dad tried to find some musical coherence, people danced, fishermen shared cigarettes and ocean stories with expats who’d come here to surf .
Surprisingly the drink of choice was a Tahitian punch made of Tequila, Rhum, vodka, pineapple and probably a bit of white magic, and from that time on everyone’s memory was blurred and behaviours a little wilder. At the beach in front of the venue, a small left was quietly unfolding, as a little reminder of time’s stillness in the town of Klitmoller.
Thank you again, Mor, Vahine and everyone, for this amazing time <3
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Text: © Lee-Ann Curren
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