Sounds a bit better than the old booze runs from Dun Laoghaire to Holyhead.It's a trip I usually take at least once a year. A ferry ride over takes as little as ninety minutes at high speed, or better yet: twelve hours on the overnight sailing. This version is more popular, you board at 18/1900 and get settled into your cabin, load up on duty free and party first in the cabin getting dressed or getting laid then hit the bars and cabaret options: live bands, dancing, gaming in the casino, restaurants, the works.
Then sleep a while and wake up in Tallin; it's a short walk from the harbour into the old town area - which is simply awesome.
It's also cheap as chips - many people use this part of the trip to hit the supermarkets outside of town (by handy bus or tram) and buy masses of cheap booze usually loaded onto wheelies they bring with them. Take the lot back to the ship and save a mint on Finnish prices. Or like me, you can just go strolling through the old town, visit the second world war area which has been magically preserved in the condition it was in immediately after Tallin was bombed. Nice restaurants everywhere too, great prices. I favour Olde Hansa, a traditional Estonian eatery in the middle of the old town by the town hall. Magical place - it's like going back two hundred years.
The ferry leaves back to Helsinki at around 1600 and ships you home within two hours so you're in time for sauna and a good rest after the fun.
A trip like that costs no more than €60/70 all in - tickets, cabin, banquet on the ferry, drinks.
Whatever you spend in euros in Tallin is optional: I usually buy my duty free on the ship - I'm lazy and don't like dragging a wheelie around with me all fucking day. So for say €100, you're now stocking up the drinks cabinette and eating like a king, drinking all you want to or can manage to. It's also a hots-pot for getting laid: ferries and cruises are all about getting laid. Everyone's scoping out the chances.
We're by now looking at over fifty cms of snow overnight and it's still coming down like confetti. Massive drifts in the courtyard, Mister Plough has his work cut out for him. By around six this evening, we're expecting an even bigger fall that'll last throughout the night. My dilemma is this: I have a credit for €150 for new boots because my last pair were punctured by a nail on a building site. But in order for me to get to the new Mall Of Tripla over in Pasila, I have to wear a punctured pair of winter boots in order to buy a new pair of winter boots.
Wear my sneaks or my favourite regular boots? I'll get frostbite.
Yesterday, I showed you my homemade wooden moose horns? Today they're white, so too are my Jopo's, and there's a round loaf of wheaten bread hanging from the saddle of the green one for the birdies, they're not having an easy time of it foraging for food: the snow's too deep. Also too deep for cycling.
Fuck it - I think I'll stay home and hope for a better day tomorrow.