hey all,
when I hit the age of twenty-seven it was like something in me snapped. I was working a dead-end job, single, and living with my parents.
Don't ask me why, but I woke up that birthday and booked random trips, one of which happened to be to Estonia. I landed in Tallinn, went to an Estonian restaurant and ate bear(!!!), and randomly got to know random locals.
I've always been the type of Irishman who could talk to a brick wall and still not be the first to leave, so after a couple hours I got to know a group of Estonians who were headed down to this place in the country called Kabala. There were cabins, a sauna, the Vigala river.
Lads. Oh my god. It was paradise. I still don't really know how I ended up down in that remote part of Estonia, but all we did was eat, drink, read, and swim for like a week. Unreal.
After the week everyone headed back up to Tallinn, I said my goodbyes and had a look at what was around. They'd a ferry to Helsinki. I'd never been to Finland either. Why not!
I headed off to Helsinki and wandered around the town, which was WAY more expensive. I just went for walks, it was grand. For dinner I ticked off another culinary first; reindeer lmao. Then I grabbed a few pints and headed home.
Crazy, exhausting, amazing, unrepeatable experience. Loved it.
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