Femø is a strange place. The island itself is tranquil, remote, rustic, with vast fields of wheat and rye criss-crossed by narrow roads, surrounded by the blue Baltic. There are two villages consisting of a dozen or so traditional houses, a few shops and cafes, and a port with a grocery store, a sausage stand and an outdoor bar that is frequented from morning to night by Danes dedicated to what appears to be the national sport: nonstop guzzling of beer and schnapps.
None of which seemed to bother the organisers, who have done things this way for a quarter century. Actually longer: Femø traditionally attracted back-to-nature nudists who came here each summer to get away from the rigidly organized life of the cities and sprawl out in the sun, sleeping in tents or in the open air. The nudists eventually disappeared (or put their clothes on) but the festival retains elements of their no-frills culture.