Bornholm

Bornholm is an island in the Baltic Sea, belonging to Denmark. The main industries on the island include pottery, using locally worked clay, clockmaking, dairy farming and fishing. Tourism is important during the summer.

Facts and numbers

• Area: 588 sq km (227 sq mi)
• Population (1995): ca. 44 936
• Chief town: Rønne

Municipalities

• Allinge-Gudhjem
• Aakirkeby
• Christiansø
• Hasle
• Nexø
• Rønne

see also Bornholm disease

Common misspelling and questions (FAQ)

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