The myth of Kihnu

This feature has been published in Meridian Travel magazine – 2019.

Isle of Kihnu – It must have been a special sight: those women – seated on their Russian motorbike with sidecars – whimpering the sandy paths of Kihnu, while the wind chased the reeds and pulled on their red floral headscarves. Sometimes they had to stand and bend over slightly to cope with that wind. When the sea breeze threatened to become too bold, a hand routinely slid towards the red striped skirt to keep it from blowing up.

Red. In all its shades. It is the color of the women of Kihnu. Symbol for youthfulness, for happiness and recklessness. At the time it defied the austerity of the Soviet regime, the mockery of the gray of the sea and the long Estonian winters.

We arrive by boat one evening in the spring when the days are longer. From the horizon, the sun throws a final kiss over the water and then slowly sinks back into the Gulf of Riga. A motorbike with a sidecar awaits her cargo at the quay.

Little has changed since the sixties, when the motorbikes were introduced, on the Estonian island when the ferry moors. Everywhere women walk in red striped skirts. They also wear the floral headscarves. Only the old engines made way for cars. Tatty rattles with a local license plate, only intended to tear over 16 km² of island.

Images: Nicole Franken – Text: Anneke de Bundel

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