Helsinki, Tallinn, Stockholm, Tallinn, Helsinki...

After returning from St. Petersburg I had only a short break to collect myself, get some sleep, and catch up with the missed work before I was packing again for a 3 day cruise in the Baltic Sea. First stop: Tallinn, to get the big boat. As we waited in the port, one of my friends gave me a beer (and it was 12.30 pm) and it became apparent to me what this trip was for people - an excuse to disrespect your liver...and to whomever is reading this who judges about this kind of thing I would like to point out that I was relatively speaking responsible, although I did have a few. Regardless, I was armed with my small army of German's and Spanish with the odd Belgian here and there, and I knew I was in for a good trip.

The first day however, turned out to be one of mixed emotions. The buffet was fantastic, and a somewhat childish experience, but stood as the prerequisite for the seasickness I was about to feel. It seemed around half the people on the boat were suffering from the rather worrying rocking occurring, and many people were being sick, including myself. However, I continued, and eventually gave in to the drive to sleep and went to bed.

The next morning we arrived in Stockholm and received various information, which first included riding the metro. We then proceeded to walk around the old part of the city, taking in it's fantastic views, regardless of the nausea I still felt from the night before. We came across an ice rink in the centre of the city, and passed an hour or so on that before eating. One down side of this trip is that we were not given long in either of the cities to see, and so after eating we decided to walk back to the boat, some 2 or 3 km away. It already being dark, we arrived just in time to the boat. I had another beer put in my hand.

I was lucky that evening, either due to the lulling for the sea or the change in direction of the boat, as I experienced much less rocking and subsequently an absence of sea sickness. This certainly improved my moods. Although I returned to my cabin at the quite respectable time of 4 am. (given the club was open until 9 am.) I did not actually get to sleep until around 8.30 in the morning, and it was disturbed by the various comings and goings of my room-mates. One of them (Andres) actually came to bed at 9.50, given that the boat was arriving in Tallinn at 10. Crazy.

Now it need be said that by this point everyone was beginning to feel the effects of tiredness, and so we retired to an African restaurant for some lunch (with many a joke about ordering an Elephant). I was convinced to have a beer after my initial order of Coca-Cola Light was deemed "cowardly", to paraphrase. Having spent most of our time in the restaurant we returned to the boat with some 'drinks' and then enjoyed watching nearly the whole boat sleeping on the way back. German's, it seems, have as much determination to drink as the English, which ensured me of company on the return journey. Armed with cheaper alcohol, we returned in the dark again, we made our way home and for many people more sleep. I couldn't for some reason...

St. Petersburg...

Just as things were starting to settle down into some kind of repetition, the time came for something I had been waiting to do all my life - to see Russia. Many would say that St. Petersburg doesn't represent true Russian identity, and that it's European connections make it something different. For me it was fantastic. After a quite hurried pack, a short tram ride and the rather suspicious and anxiety invoking experience where by we had to hand our passports over to a guy we had just met, not knowing when we would have them back, we waited in the port. Once we had filled in and paid for the specific activities we wished to do we boarded the boat, Russian style (which turns out to be just walking like you do in every Country).

The boat ride out took place over night, and thus called for some consumption of beverages, however the sea was not in the best of moods with me and saw fit to make me feel like I wanted to die for most of the journey, however I persisted until around 4 in the morning, where I finally called it quits and headed to bed. Another point worth mentioning is that the ambient in the cabin was (and this is not a joke) about 40° Celsius. Thus I spent the night staring into the darkness praying for sleep to come and the boat to start rocking in a more consistent way.

The alarm awoke us the next day where I had a chance to meet my other two room mates, as, being one of the only guys in a rather large group of girls I had no one I really knew to room with. They transpired to be a German by the name of Tjark, and a Frenchman called Hugo. Cool guys. After disembarking from the boat we got a taste of the kind of weather to come, cold, a little wet and cold. We then proceeded to go through customs, avoiding the cold stares of some rather mean looking Soviets, change some money, and climb aboard the bus. Here is where I met Tjark again. Having been separated from my friends who were on a different bus, I took the opportunity to get to know him, and which subsequently led to me having a room-mate for the Hotel.

We then proceeded on the bus tour of the city, with opportunities to take pictures every now and then, and fascinate at the intricate web of bridges and rivers that forms a large part of St. Petersburg. It was first here that we noticed the rules of the road in Russia followed something along the lines of, 'there are no rules, unless a cop is watching, in which case make sure he is looking the other way when you commit the 5 offenses per second that is common place here'. We saw some truly impressive buildings, including the Peter and Paul Cathedral and the Palace on the spilled blood. After that we had a quick stop at the souvenir shop where they were serving free Vodka, we went to the hotel and had a couple of hours to settle in.

After this we were transported to the place where we would take our river boat tour at night time, which was made more enjoyable by the presence of Champagne. This part of the trip was one of the most enjoyable, as St. Petersburg at night is far more beautiful than the industrial dirt of the day time. After this we returned to the hotel where I resigned myself to sleep as the two days affairs were starting to take their toll on me, and I knew we had an early start the next day. This however, was not to be the case, as sleeping in the hotel proved just as difficult as sleeping on the boat, and I was awoken by the return of Tjark from the club at 3 am, whereby he got me drinking a beer in bed. Good times... Nevertheless, I got 3 hours sleep.

The next morning proved an effort to get into, however with a breakfast of eggs on eggs with a side of eggs we were ready to go, 2 beers in hand for the bus journey and nothing but anticipation for St. Catherine's Palace, Pushkin. The palace proved very beautiful, along with the grounds, but it must be said that after a while long tours get a bit boring. Still, we had the photos. After we returned to St. Petersburg we had the run of the city for the afternoon, which we used to get a tasty Subway and take a look at the metro, set deep into the depths of the city at the bottom of a really really long escalator. We rushed home just in time to get ready for the 'Nutcracker' Ballet. This was also fantastic, although not much can be said to stimulate the mind as to what it was like. You just had to have been there.

We returned to the hotel for some drinks which lasted longer than anticipated, and at a rather late hour we set off for the club, which involved the most exhilarating experience of my life, taking a taxi. Negotiate a price, get in, and hang on for dear life! Then, if you get out at the other then everything has gone well. We waited with our thumbs pointed down and then without too much wait an old Soviet Lada pulled up, driven by a young Russian man. We bartered, and settled at 300 Roubles, a quite honest price considering how far it was, the time of night and how long we spent in the car. The most exciting part came when the red light went up, and the driver took a look left, a look right, and then turned straight into a line of perpendicular traffic. "Wow, what a night this is turning out to be", I thought to myself. It was a tricky thing to get into the club, but with some big old impatient Russians pushing behind us we made it past the threshold, paid entry and proceeded to party the night away. Afterwards we got another taxi back where we met some other really drunk Russians who took us to a small bar with really nice people, but eventually the pain of not sleeping returned and we returned home at around 5 in the morning.

After 4 hours sleep we arose again, showered, and packed, as this was to be our last day in St. Petersburg. Eggs, Eggs, and Eggs served as an insomniac's breakfast, and the next stop was the Hermitage State Museum, otherwise known as the Winter Palace of the Tsars. Another slightly boring tour later and we decided to get some pancakes in a famous place. I will never forget turning onto Nevskiy Prospekt, one of the main streets in St. Petersburg, as it was around 10km long and deadly straight, almost 80 metres wide. Unforgettable. We finally found the pancake shop and yummed up around 3 each, and then hurried back to the buses for departure.

Shortly we arrived back at the port, and after a rather hectic collection of passports, proceeded once more past the scary gazes of Russia passport control. Once on the boat we located our rooms, bought a 24 pack of beer and had a cold one. Or two. Or three. You get the idea. Hitting the bed at 3 am, I finally managed to get what could be considered a reasonable night's sleep, and it is needless to say that the tram journey home was a quieter affair than normal, even considering the presence of Spanish people. On returning I slept for 6 hours during the day, savouring the sleep before getting up for 10 am Finnish with the devil herself. Soon I will be in Stockholm, with surely another story to tell, and I hope you have enjoyed this one. St. Petersburg truly is a unique place, and one should never pass up an opportunity to visit...