The thing is that Tallinn is in fact two hours in front of us.

So on our first day it was a bit odd as we kept thinking it was earlier than it was and then we planned to have an early night, which ended up being one in the morning due to meeting the really tall fella that owned the Old Hansa restaurants in one of the said establishments and having a tour of his shop and drinking some very strong medieval booze (for free no less).

But anyway, now I am two hours in front and to me it feels like 11.30 and my body is saying GO BED!

So I will.

Maybe tomorrow I will bung up some pictures of Old Hansa one and two and some other stuff.

We did hardly any of the above activity.

What?

STOP BLOODY LAUGHING!

OK, maaaaybee we had one or two.

Oh bugger it, on our first foray into the city Ships said he knew a place......

Which turned out to be a very cool little bar with fantastic food and bar snacks.

With an odd ceiling.

Yes, that is the ceiling.

We popped in there most days either for a refreshing drink as we passed and a little snackette (second breakfast for some of us. ahem) or in the late dark hours of the morning for a nightcap before bed.

We also discovered a very odd Bavarian style beer hall. Complete with piped ommpah music (and bizarrely a german version of "the Irish Rover" by the Pogues! and on one night a live country and western band who sung things in german. Probably about how their german shepard dog had died and they had to drive a tank all the way home for the funeral in 24 hours) In the back it got more odd, with a little street laid out for you to eat and drink in, in little houses no less. Who said the germans have no sense of humour?

And for some totally unexplained reason, they had this in the foyer.

I have no idea either.

This is also the bar where you could get this - The "U boot"

Yep, a shot glass of Jaegermeister lurking in the bottom of your pint of Lager, leaking out every time you took a drink and making it stronger. Yummers actually. Some of the tables in this place had beer pumps attached to them with a price meter on the wall above them. This is also the venue where Mrs F got chatted up by a very pissed Fin who was old enough to be her dad. I valiently rushed outside giggling and had a ciggie as soon as this scenario developed, safe in the knowledge that Ships would stand by his woman or twat the fella. When I came back in they were standing with coats (including mine) in hand and my unfinished u-boot on a table ready to leg it. I nearly pissed myself laughing

Another of our favorite haunts was the ice bar. I cant think how it got it's name........

No that is not a massive line of coke, it is the remains of these...

Little shot glasses made of ice. The very nice girl in there made us some great cocktails and even introduced me to the Green Fairy........

But that may have to be a friends only post.

We went to Tallinn on Wednesday as ya know. It looked a tad like this from one of our hotel windows

and rather like this when you were in it.

The town was very quiet when we arrived on Wednesday with only the occasional rubbery rumble of a car on the cobblestones to remind you to get out of the road. Most of these cars were sleek new Audis or Mercs, Shipscook and I were rather hoping to see more knackered Soviet era rust buckets but we were disappointed.

It is a lovely place and we had a good relaxing break. Now I will load up a load more piccies and you will all yawn but I, my dear 0.5 of a glazed eyed reader, don't care.

(I can never get piccies to fit properly so click to see the full size wossname)

It is half past eight here in a grey and wet Tallinn, makes it look very soviet if you know what I mean.

We are heading for home today after a very relaxing break walking around, and eating and drinking in the Medieval town. Some of you have said "not another holiday" but I don't class these trips as such. They are more like sanity breaks, a chance to get away and forget everything that is driving you mental at home.

This of course leads me to wag my finger at Mrs F or ships on occasion and say "Ah ah ah, not a subject for this trip" and then get slapped but still.

So by some time tonight we will be back at Rancho Collapso and the regular deluge of photomagraphical stuff will start to appear before your rather disinterested eyes, my poor and long suffering 0.5 of a reader but if I didn't show you some pictures you would think I was making it all up.

hope you are all well and happy.