after the ferry journey that was, we got left our bags in the ferry port and walked into town, knowing that we had to wait until 6pm to meet up with our couchsurfing friend. after lunch in Hellhunt the first estonian pub we wondered around town and after about 2 hours we realised that we had actually been everywhere, and that pints in pubs are not actually as cheap as we hoped, instead we went to an alko and bout a few cans and relaxed in the park watching the beanies, of which there were many, walk by. we also got chatted to by some crazy drunk american diplomats' wives who were over from finland on a bender, its quite funny to see 2 middle aged women so drunk in the middle of the afternoon 'here, talk to my girl, she's 17, she's a model...'. at 6 we went back the terminal and then met up with teh boyfriend of the girl Merelin, who we were gonna stay with. at first when we met him he sounded like a cool guy and he was but things would get weird... When we got back to merelins flat about 10 minutes bus from the centre Merelin wasnt there and when she got back she didnt notice us, on pierre's quiet 'hey' she nearly jumped out of the window. after a while olo, or whatever his name was, started cooking dinner that's when some of the classic quotes came out i.e. 'u know a few weeks ago i went into the forest and starved myself for a week, for the 3 months before i had a really bad back but after it was better - u can cure anything with starvation.' or, 'last week we went to see our friends, one of them is a witch...' enough said. anyway after eating dinner with chopsticks (house rule) we went and smoked some draw on the roof, they made a sort of pipe out of a bottle and cut it half with crushed mint and it tasted really nice left ur mouth feeling like u had just brushed ur teeth. unfortunately olo is one of what i likle to call an annoying stoner, who instead of letting u enjoy ur high, he's always like, 'how do feel maaaaaan, what are u thinkiiiing about, lets look at teh clouds and inmagine things...' knob. we then started walking to merelins friends house but then they asked us to lead the way, even though we didnt no where we were, eventual;ly we ended up at some old soviet ice house on the coast, which was now a heliport. olo badly sprained his ankle trying to jump from something to something so me and pierre just went home.
the next day we woke up to olo in bed doing some lieing down yoga exercises and his ankle heavily strapped, he still managed to make us some porridge which i thought was quite decent of him, although he still spouted some bollocks 'u know my life has been pretty hectic for the last month so me doing this is a sign that i need to rest - everything happens for a reason...' we escaped from teh madhouse and went to town, we checked out the castle, teh last part of the old town which we hadnt seen and then realised we had actually been everywhere. i checked out the post office to see how much it would cost for me to send stuff home which worked out to be pretty cheap. that night we got home and played a few board games and drank some wine (which was surprisingly fun, especially as i won the estonian version of articulate), we then managed to escape to a club called hollywood, via a bar called woodstock which happened to be full of rascist skinheads, so we left there quickly. hollywood was a BIG place full of beanies, but the luck just wasnt stricking for us two, the music was cool and we stayed for a while, me practising my russian house moves picked up in moscow.
our third day in tallinn we went to a place called kalev spa (by now we were really looking for things to do) where we went on a few wicked water slides, jet pools and finished it off with a nice sauna. we got back and made some dinner and then went with merelin and olo to the free industrial rock concert in the old town square, which turned out to be the slovenian equivalent of stomp. after that they took us to an art afterparty in the roof of some warehouse, which after getting over teh shock of how weird and un-mainstream everyone was (the absolute opposite to us basically) started to turn out really be really fun - free alchohol helped. i got chatting to a few of them, they were and international bunch of people, americans, estonians, french, british etc... and ended getting off with some American hippy woman who was was wearing see-through tights with no knickers on - dont ask. there were also making pancakes and listening to the beetles, which you just have that often at house parties.
on the friday we finally got to leave olo and merelin as they were going up to the country, they offered us there flat while they were away but we turned it down on the grounds that we would meet more people at the hostel, which was false cos when we got to the hostel we realised it was one of the quietest places we had ever been. on the saturday i sent off my box (20 euros for 8 kilos) and then we went and washed our clothes. we got a crate from teh alko and then headed to holiwood again, when we got there we noticed a high amount of split-arse (SORRY - HAD TO PUT IT IN AT LEAST ONCE) leaving the club but we payed the hefty cover anyway, when we got in beanie numbers were thin and the music no way near as good as on wednesday, then came the stag-dos who ruined it for everybody. on the way home i was like, 'i'm not sure if i want to go home anymore, that just reminded me what clubbing is liek back home, i'm not sure if i wanna go home..' 'then dont' says pierre, 'but i do wanna go home' 'then do, what do u want me to say...'
we had three nights booked and after our shitty night the night before we asked if we could cancel the last 2 we could only get the money for one so we agreed to stay one more. that day we rang on the doorbell of a door that had a backpacker on it and the doorbell said 'chill out' on it, otherwise there was nothing else saying what it was, no name, nothing. and estonian guy came out and told us it was infact 'the hostel with no name' and he told us his plans on how he was going to buy a an old soviet car which is a collective in england, where he was going to drive it too, sell it, and then buy a scooter, and drive home, crazy. we also asked him where we could get some tents, he directed us perfectly to a place where we got 2 tents for about 8 euros each - bargain. that night instead of going clubbing we went to the shisha bar in town where the staff our beautiful, got invited into a private party also at the bar by some drunk man, and teh subsequently told to leave by the birthday girl's overly sunburned boyfriend., we got chatting to a few locals, one of them a 16 year old birthday boy, so drunk was he, and then later probably the gingerest man in the world.
on sunday morning we finally got the fuck out and headed for the beach, 5 days in Tallinn is too long, its like the smallest city in europe...
our third day in tallinn we went to a place called kalev spa (by now we were really looking for things to do) where we went on a few wicked water slides, jet pools and finished it off with a nice sauna. we got back and made some dinner and then went with merelin and olo to the free industrial rock concert in the old town square, which turned out to be the slovenian equivalent of stomp. after that they took us to an art afterparty in the roof of some warehouse, which after getting over teh shock of how weird and un-mainstream everyone was (the absolute opposite to us basically) started to turn out really be really fun - free alchohol helped. i got chatting to a few of them, they were and international bunch of people, americans, estonians, french, british etc... and ended getting off with some American hippy woman who was was wearing see-through tights with no knickers on - dont ask. there were also making pancakes and listening to the beetles, which you just have that often at house parties.
on the friday we finally got to leave olo and merelin as they were going up to the country, they offered us there flat while they were away but we turned it down on the grounds that we would meet more people at the hostel, which was false cos when we got to the hostel we realised it was one of the quietest places we had ever been. on the saturday i sent off my box (20 euros for 8 kilos) and then we went and washed our clothes. we got a crate from teh alko and then headed to holiwood again, when we got there we noticed a high amount of split-arse (SORRY - HAD TO PUT IT IN AT LEAST ONCE) leaving the club but we payed the hefty cover anyway, when we got in beanie numbers were thin and the music no way near as good as on wednesday, then came the stag-dos who ruined it for everybody. on the way home i was like, 'i'm not sure if i want to go home anymore, that just reminded me what clubbing is liek back home, i'm not sure if i wanna go home..' 'then dont' says pierre, 'but i do wanna go home' 'then do, what do u want me to say...'
we had three nights booked and after our shitty night the night before we asked if we could cancel the last 2 we could only get the money for one so we agreed to stay one more. that day we rang on the doorbell of a door that had a backpacker on it and the doorbell said 'chill out' on it, otherwise there was nothing else saying what it was, no name, nothing. and estonian guy came out and told us it was infact 'the hostel with no name' and he told us his plans on how he was going to buy a an old soviet car which is a collective in england, where he was going to drive it too, sell it, and then buy a scooter, and drive home, crazy. we also asked him where we could get some tents, he directed us perfectly to a place where we got 2 tents for about 8 euros each - bargain. that night instead of going clubbing we went to the shisha bar in town where the staff our beautiful, got invited into a private party also at the bar by some drunk man, and teh subsequently told to leave by the birthday girl's overly sunburned boyfriend., we got chatting to a few locals, one of them a 16 year old birthday boy, so drunk was he, and then later probably the gingerest man in the world.
on sunday morning we finally got the fuck out and headed for the beach, 5 days in Tallinn is too long, its like the smallest city in europe...
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