So after Estonia, my flight back to the US and A was from Helsinki.
Sounds far away, but is only a 2-3 hour ferry (heeey-ayyy!) ride from
Tallinn. So I took a bus from Parnu to Tallinn, walked to the ferry
port, jumped on the giant cruise ship of a ferry and headed accross
the Gulf of Finland to Helsinki. Arriving at 5:30pm, I had basically
6 hours to enjoy the city.
And I did... Helsinki is more western than the other places I went.
Almost everyone speaks English, most signs are in Finnish, English and
other languages. There are actually people who aren't white there,
which wasn't the case in Russia or really even Estonia. It was very
diverse and felt a lot like the US and A for that matter.
I wandered to the waterfront and hopped a ferry (heeey-ayyy!) to the
island fortress of Salmenella... or something like that. Ate some
tasty fish and DRANK WATER FROM THE TAP!!!! Then I ran all around
these old russian gun emplacements. There were these awesome cannons
and beneath them tunnels and bunkers to explore. The sun had set and
it was magic hour, so I had to use my camera to see inside, but
naturally went into everyone of them. Then ran along the rocks by the
water and circled the fortress wall on the outside, hanging onto the
sides of the wall by the water. All as it was getting darker and
darker. Very cool and very exciting...
... and I made it back to the ferry (heeey-ayy!) on time. And as we
headed to helsinki in the dark I thought "I'm so lucky. What a great
trip and fabulous places I've seen. Who knew all this great stuff
existed, and I was able to go there." I would recommend all of these
places to everyone. Bring your sense of humor and willingness to
explore and you'll have a blast.
And now for the very bizarre twist at the end...
As the ferry pulled into the dock, all these emergency vehicles raced
up next to us. Ambulence, cops, fire trucks, this big crane.
Naturally we all went over to look at it. Clearly they were looking
for someone in the water. People thought a car might have gone in.
Turns out there was no car, but after about 15 minutes they did find
the person... They struggled to put him on the stretcher than hung
from the crane and lifted him out of the water. He was face down and
not moving. They lowered him on the dock and there was very little
hustle and bustle as it was clear the guy had died. Very bizarre, as
I realized all these amazing things I've seen and now I've seen my
first dead body. I've seen people in coffins before, but not like
this. Yeah, weird. I wondered who he was and how he'd ended up
there. He was wearing a swimsuit. I haven't been able to find out
anything about it either...
Didn't see that one coming, did you? Neither did I...
From there I headed to the airport to sleep a few hours before hopping
on the plane for my 14 hours of flying and 2 hours of layover to
return to LA. I was exhausted, and very confused with jetlag, but
made it back in one piece (and my bag made it with me).
I lucked out with this trip... no neck blow out (see Southeast Asia
2005) or Montezuma's revenge (see Guatemala/Belize 2006). And even
got to go with some great friends this time too. (Tom, Olga, Essylt
and Ben... go team Nails!).
In one of the airports I flew through...I saw an add that said
"We don't stop playing because we grow old. We grow old because we
stop playing."
I agree with that 100%, and feel that trips like this, and just
enjoying the good friends and places in life help with that. I know I
often times will get a little to wrapped up in the bullshit of life
and have to stop myself and remember that there's no need to get so
stressed out about things. Life is way to short to waste worrying
about it.
Get out there, see the world. It's waiting for you.
This is Craig Ouellette,
last surviving member of the Nostromo... signing off.