007 Hotel: Holiday Club Salla (formerly known as Hotel Revontuli)

HOLIDAY CLUB SALLA

Experience the unique magic of Lapland – Holiday Club Salla is a holiday destination for the whole family in the popular Finnish Lapland. The wilderness in Salla is incredible: in the summer you can hike the fells and enjoy the midnight sun, and in the winter you can hit the ski slopes and cross-country ski tracks and admire the magical Northern Lights. Experience unforgettable day excursions by going on a snowmobile or husky safari with a guide! In Holiday Club Salla you will enjoy not only nature but also the spa. Start the day by hiking in the fells and enjoy the beautiful wilderness, then plunge into the bubbles at the spa to relax after an active day outdoors. Holiday Club Salla’s peaceful spa offers a stunning view of the fells from the large windows. The spa has comfortable dressing rooms and spacious traditional Finnish saunas for women and men.

Bond book: Icebreaker (1983)
Location: Salla, Finland
Address: Revontulentie 2
Bond connection: Bond stays here and meets CIA agent Brad Tirpitz. Later Rivke Ingber aka Anni Tudeer who is a Neo-Nazi and would-be future leader of the National Socialist Action Army. She presumably dies in an explosion on a ski slope in Salla.

Visited by 007 Travelers: July 2026

“At ten past midnight, Bond finally spotted the big illuminated sign proclaiming the Hotel Revontuli. A few minutes later there was the turn-off and the large crescent building, with a great ski jump, chair lift and ski run, brightly lit, climbing up behind the structure.”

“Bond parked the car, surprised that within a few moments of turning off the engine, the screen and bonnet began to frost over. Even so it was difficult to believe the cold. In the open air Bond slipped the goggles into place, made certain his scarf covered his face, then, taking the briefcase and his overnight bag from the car, set the censors and alarms and operated the central locking device.

The hotel was all modern carved wood and marble. A large foyer with a bar leading off. People talked, laughed and drank at the bar. As Bond trudged towards Reception, a familiar voice greeted him.

“Hi James,” called Brad Tirpitz. “What kept you? You ski the whole way?”

Bond nodded, pushing up the goggles and unwinding his scarf. “Seemed a nice night for a walk”, he replied, straight-faced.”

“His room was at the rear of the building, and from it he had a clear view of the chair lift, with the ski run, and the curve of the jump. Tiny figures, taking advantage of the short spell of the daylight and the clear atmosphere, were boarding the endlessly moving lift, while high above, outlined like black speeding insects against the snow, others made the long descent, curving in speed-checking traverses, or racing straight on the fall line, with bodies crouched forward, knees bent.”

“The shallow mountain ridge formed a series of steps, covering some one and a half kilometres. The top of the run was hidden from view, but the marked piste was curving and intricate: appeared almost flat, while there were sections, following easy downhill runs, that steepened to awesome angles.”

“The last half kilometre was a nursery slope, no more than a long, straight, gentle run out. Two young men, in black ski suits with white striped woollen hats, were expertly completing what had obviously been a fast run down from the top. They executed showy finishes on the run out, laughing and making a lot of noice.

“Here she comes.” Brad handed over his binoculars with which he had been scanning the top of the final fall line. “Crimson suit”.

Bond raised the classes. Rivke was obviously very good, sideslipping and traversing the steep slope, coming out of it into a straight run, slowing as the snow flattened, then gathering a little speed as she breasted the rise and began to follow the fall line down the long final slope. She had just touched the run out, less than half a kilometre away from them, when the snow seemed to boil on either side of her, and a great white mist rose behind. In the centre of the blossom of fine snow, a sudden fire – red, then white – flashed upwards.

The sound of the muffled crump reached them a second after Bond saw Rivke’s body turning over in mid air, thrown up with the exploding snow.”

“As if on cue, a police Saab Finlandia came skidding into the main hotel car park, pulling up a few paces short of where Kolya, Tirpitz and Bond stood.”

John Gardner: “Icebreaker” (1983)

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