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6月18日 post september 11 worldwe went to estonia once. we spent about five days there which wasn't enough. it was a lovely, lovely holiday. for starters we arrived by ship. it could have been an awful experience but it wasn't. having arrived in port we took a taxi to a hotel we thought would be comfortable and suitable. it was neither. in fact the guest house we spent the remaining four or five nights in wasn't particularly comfortable or suitable either but is was hillarious. the senior russian lady who ran the owned and ran the place was nothing short of alzheimic. she provided these wonderful cooked breakfasts for us which we enjoyed while watching the first of the u.s. invasions on afghanistan on tv. if that wasn't violent enough, our hostess' accusations that i had broken the shower were but not as fierce as her yelling sessions at the other guest for bringing ladies back after midnight.
what we saw of estonia was incredible. incomparable to any other country we have visited. apart from finding ourselves on a nudist beach we wandered through the orangest forest i have ever, ever seen. we saw giant waterslides on a beach, a mouse, an eccentric scotsman (saw some in glasgow too less than a month earlier), baskets of flowers and a city that should be cryogenically preserved. it is the sweetest city i think i have ever visited. more captivating that leuven, dubrovnik, mostar or nicosia. it fascinates like jaisalmer or varanasi. tallin is beautifully coloured and laid out. i have a thing for cobbled streets as did the creators of tallin. we walked around and around and around. i loved it and as i think about it now, i want to go back. one night we found a very attractive restaurant. we entered, sat down, ordered the reindeer curry, supped, paid and left. as you do. we were hosted in estonia by saints and ate like kings. thank god we made it safely back to helsinki because we were due to fly out to new zeland again just 2 days later. shakingit's easy to sit on the sidelines and judge and scream and have better ideas and comforting thoughts and a healing plan for ones neighbour from a distance but when shit is hitting the fan much closer to home i am learning it's best to put the high falooting words out the window and allow a personal, raw touch to takeover. |
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