Tallinn, part II - Tallinna Raekoda, Kuninga, Raekoja plats and Kinga

I found the hostel, as I always do, checked in, and then headed off and out because I was dying to explore the grand new world out there.

I cannot believe how exhausted I am this morning, by this way. I'm just lethargic. I can't fathom living like this for the rest of my life. I need to be on the road, again. I am a rolling stone. I can't bring myself to go through the email barrage that came through because exhaustion - also, I don't have enough hands to drink my coffee and type and mull. Seems like too much shit to get through at once.

My problem, I think, is that my mind races at 200 mph and it's hard to get me to wind down sometimes, which can be draining. Last night the last thing I did was to send out a pretty important email, too, and then I went to bed, my mind racing off with all the possible results in x number of quantum universes that this action of mine would bring. And then I had some very weird and very vivid dreams.

One thing I always like to say is that I'll cross that bridge when I reach it.

My coffee is no longer piping hot and I dislike that, but I didn't even realise it was cooling down. Wait what am I saying, haha.

The Old town - Raekoda - was gorgeous. The girl at the hostel recommended that I go to an elk soup pub on the Raekoda, so I spent a lot of time walking around very slowly, looking for it. I did manage to locate it, but that comes in later entries.

Raekoda

Never drinking again

Tallinn, part I - the Old Town (Raekoda), Lai St. and Pikk St.

Three years ago, when Jake visited Tallinn, I asked him how it was. "Tallinn was very pretty and very boring," he said, and after spending several days there, I agree with him. The good thing about all this is that I got loads of picture perfect photos. The downside though was that I was bored stiff by the end of the second day, and ended up spending most of the time sitting on the windowsill writing in my journal, and looking out of the courtyard to see the resident hot Finn smoking and thinking his smoke-thoughts.

According to Google Maps, the road from the port to the hostel seemed pretty straightforward. and it was early noon, so I ambled along at a leisurely pace, and took loads of photos.

My hostel was in the street next to the old town square, so you can expect loads of pictures of that in the days to come. Also, I got picture perfect Baltic weather for the most part, so double whammy.

Life needs to be more boring beauty, and less rudery and lack of manners.