Little Doors, Big Beers
Tallinn Travel Blog› entry 44 of 113 › view all entries
July 11th, 2008 – by: afredrix
I spent the morning walking around the city of Tallinn. I got a good introduction yesterday when I arrived and on my night stroll between bars with Mait. It's a cute city. Once again, there's an old town left over from the middle ages in the center--crawling with tourists--surrounded by the newer city that remains a mystery to most visitors. Tallinn's medieval flair sets it apart from the past few cities I've visited.
In a very appropriate and timely manner, Tallinn's Medieval Festival happened to be taking place this weekend. The main town square was full of vendors and performers, all clad in fashions from the era and adding a little spice to the city.
You can spend hours--or days, actually--exploring all the little side-streets of the old town. I combined that with a couple random interactions with locals--like Ingel, the young-girl who started by selling me a postcard and by the end was asking for my myspace info and a hug.
When I made it back to the hostel, a new friend was soon to follow. One of my roommate's was a California girl named Breana. She was also traveling alone and immediately friendly. I find that if I've spent the day alone (or only talking to Russian-Estonians with very limited english) I become excessively talkative with the first open ear I encounter. This usually results in an apology for my long-windedness. But I've found that other solo travelers are a good audience for rambling and usually yearning for a little dialogue themselves.
Before Bre and I could head out the door for dinner and drinks as planned, we also met, befriended and invited our other roommates to join us. Tobias and Rob (which is our american version of his unpronounceable name) are from Holland and Aaron is a petite spaniard. After dinner, the boys led us to a bar where I joined in the effort of smoking my first shesha (aka hookah). I surprisingly liked the taste, but find it quite pointless otherwise. There wasn't even mood-setting music or big cushiony pillows to at least give the event a relaxing ambience. So I'm not entirely sold just yet. And before I move on to the next topic, let me say: Mom...don't worry. It's not a narcotic. There's not even tobacco in it. It's a water-based smoke that tasted like apples. So you don't have to worry.
We finished the night by hopping to a few different bars. Accidentally ordering gallon-sized beers because the waiter claimed (in convenient, broken english) that that was the only option at one bar, and feeling quite brunette in the midst of all the toe heads at the others. Seriously. I've never seen so many blindingly blonde woman in my life. Forget Sweden. This is the place to be if that's your taste. Combine that with the SHORT shorts and skirts they wear, and this is basically men's Eden. If you're into that kind of thing, that is.
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