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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.
 
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Her intellect is also highly sexy.

Nothing beats a highly intelligent woman who's comfortable in her femininity.

As I mentioned a few months back: she's not being dour, she's simply not showing any teeth.

Finnish ladies have very delicate intimacies: a pleasant smile is always nice, but a wider smile infers something a little more.. . ..yeah.
 
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.
Sounds a bit better than the old booze runs from Dun Laoghaire to Holyhead.
Of course the fact that Holyhead is in Wales and a complete shithole didn't help!
 
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We did a similiar trip on the old P&O line over to Holyhead with Keltic Posse.

Live gig and club, sell the tickets in advance, book the main hall, lash in some decks and a set up a backline for the band: now you have ticketed guests, own bar, stage, decks, and you're at sea, so you can party all night on the cheap. And come home with a pile of duty free. Win/win/win.
 
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Wales is one of those curious little countries we all drive past on our way somewhere else. The countryside is very beautiful and they're blessed with some stunning mountain ranges, but the problem is their accent: I haven't a clue what they're talking about. Same with Cavan folk: illiterate bastards the lot of 'em.
 

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Very hard frost here this morning had a very Nordic feel to it......I had to put hot water on the van :) now blue sky everywhere
 
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We have a full-on white-out since Saturday night. We had a big snowfall in the night and by dawn the temperatures weren't coming up so the bottom layers compacted and have frozen into place. Once the ice has a base, it'll stick much more easily, so this morning I was woken by the sound of Mister Plough doing his rounds down in the courtyard.

The nights will be much better from here on in: once we have an ice floor, the snow stays with us.

The nights aren't as dark when there's snow around.
 
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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.


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Okay - it's official: this is the heaviest fall of snow in Uusimaa/Helsinki since 2002, a winter I remember very well as it was very important time in my new life here. I was dating a lovely girl, a Phd working in the Finnish Health Institute. we lasted about eighteen months and I moved on. But I'll never forget that winter as I had an excellent camera for filming and was making videos to send home to my Mam to show her how Finnish life was.

One day I walked out onto the bay south of Kaivopuisto and filmed the very, very old folks walking out of the sauna nearby onto the ice floes and you could see they were bent over with rheumatism and old age. Except when they dived into the ice hole dug by the sauna staff, they disappeared way down into the sea water at at least minus forty and then climbed back out on the portable ladder attached to the ice.

When they stepped off the ladder, they looked brand new - it was impossible to equate the frail bent-over old folks with the beaming, smiling and laughing folks who stepped back onto slid ground standing fully upright and wriggling their fingers which they almost magically returned to a normal state after the dip into the freezing depths. I've never dived into an ice hole, and I have to admit that I would be frightened to lest my titanium neck and spine seized up and I wouldn't be able to get back out again.

I showed the film to my Mam: she was laughing and chatting and I said 'look what they do now - they're going to dive into that hole in the ice-floe. She didn't believe, but then she saw all these folks older than she was at the time and her jaw dropped. How do they stay alive, she asked? Well, they have to take a cold shower outdoors before diving in in order to prepare the system for the shock, but once they're cold they can dive straight in and it apparently doesn't feel that bad.

Yeah, right - says I: I've read stories of some folks having massive heart attacks after diving in, others had strokes, and others again couldn't find their way back to the hole and they get swept out to sea, never to be seen again.

But right now? The snow is falling like I haven't seen in two decades, the swirls and gusts are majestic looking, and the edge of my roof has an overhang sticking out about a meter from the roof, when it falls it'll take out anything beneath it, so Mister Plough has to climb the rooftops in the morning and clear the weight off the roof. They have tie-lines to the top-most point of the apex to stop them from falling off. But the way it looks right now beneath my balcony, I could probably leap off the sixth floor here and land on a snow-pile six floors below and still get up and do it again.

I absolutely ADORE weather like this: the clouds are so low and so heavy they reflect the orange street lights beneath.

It's rather eerie a site, but so wonderful.

I went to the stores earlier, I had to take walking poles with my for fear of falling over.

Tomorrow, I'll have to ski to the shops if this keeps up.

Lovely!
 

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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.


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That is some proper snow. All we got over the past few days was a thin layer of snow on the ground. I'm no meteorologist, but I'm assuming the constant rain which accompanied it messed up any chance for a nice thick layer of snow.

It's all gone now, and the only memories I have of it is freezing cold weather, tonnes of rain, icy roads and paths...and a sprinkle of snow that disappeared within hours. 🙄

You'd have to envy Finland and Scandinavia, they not only get proper snow...but seemingly better and warmer summers than us as well. I think Ireland is just unfortunate being the first landing spot for any brutal weather and rainfall making it's way across the mighty Atlantic ocean to Europe.
 
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