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It’s been already a few days since the last time we somehow used our laptop’s keyboard. Many things have happened since, the most important being probably that we are in a new country now. We left behind the Finnish seaside, took a ferry and crossed the Baltic sea. Back in Finland stayed many friends and experiences, a month and a half of walking among pines, saunas and mosquitos.

Tallinn’s port was the first thing we got to see in Estonia, along with a fortress-auditorium from the soviet time, welcoming us into this historical city and the Baltic States, the only three countries completely new to us in this trip. Tallinn’s old town streets invite the visitors to get lost, and the prices to sit on a terrace and give themselves a little treat. Not that they give anything away, but coming from Finland everything looks cheap.

We stayed in a hostel and, of course, soon a group of inexperienced young interrailers needed our expert services. We didn’t let them down and we followed a noisy aussie guy into a bar. And there we realised that travelling by train is probably less tiring or that being younger is easier, because we couldn’t keep up with their energy and retired quite early from Tallinn night. Or maybe the previous nights in Helsinki had something to do with our lack of energy.

The next day dawned terribly warm, and we had to hide our wish of staying in Tallinn by carrying our backpacks, and we kept on pretending we didn’t want to stay while we were leaving the city through a long avenue surrounded by sober-as-teetotaler buildings, and we pretended the whole day until we found a place where to camp our tent. No more “Everyman’s Rights” here, we cannot camp at anybody’s garden anymore. But in the end we were so good at pretending that we kept on walking the next day. And the next one as well.

We walked across thicker forests, giant lawns, new and old looking villages. And we suffered the heat (it’s too warm!), because up here (so we found out) summer is a raining season, which makes humidity increase in a 3,000% aprox. We got to Pärnu, Estonia’s summer capital, payed a small visit to the beach and rested… I guess nobody would believe me if I said that after three non-stop walking days we went out to discover this village’s nightlife.

And today it’s time to pretend we don’t want to just lay down and spend the day on the beach…

Coru.

Jasamán

Moito disumulades. A este paso chegades o mes que ven. Keep walking!

Jul 12, 2010 @ %I:%M %p

Neli

Que facil cando a enerxia a gasta outro e solo tes que mirar. Byby Finland

Kaisa

Wow, sounds amazing to walk in that heat. Well, I´m not surprised at all that you have found cool party places and danced till dawn, again
Keep up with that spirit!
Yesterday I went to see how Paca is doing in front of the Duch ING bank, under a nice three. He was fine and I took him to a small ride and went to buy a printer to my new home office. The GPS found the way as always, and Duch, who lost to victory to Spanish, gave me politely way as I drove with the famous E-register labels.

I drove him back to rest under that same three. Hopefully someone enthustiastic person could drive him home.
Take care, xxxxxxxxxxxx

Jul 13, 2010 @ %I:%M %p

Arturo

Levaba un tempo sin seguirvos e xa levades un bo camiño recorrido. ö principio era un pouco deprimente ver o que había diante e detrás; agora xa xe van igualando as partes. Ánimo.

vane

Sí disimular que uno no se quiere marchar, es habitual.Dejar tantas cosas atrás duele un poco el corazón y quedarse contemplando un poco más apetece…esprimiendo cada segundo, que se pare el tiempo.Esa es un poco la parte dura del viaje, la que nadie cuenta. Animo chicos

Jul 15, 2010 @ %I:%M %p

untalmarra

ÍTACA
(Constantinos Kavafis)

Cuando salgas en el viaje, hacia Ítaca
desea que el camino sea largo,
pleno de aventuras, pleno de conocimientos.
A los Lestrigones y a los Cíclopes,
al irritado Poseidón no temas,
tales cosas en tu ruta nunca hallarás,
si elevado se mantiene tu pensamiento, si una selecta
emoción tu espíritu y tu cuerpo embarga.
A los Lestrigones y a los Cíclopes,
y al feroz Poseidón no encontrarás,
si dentro de tu alma no los llevas,
si tu alma no los yergue delante de ti.
Desea que el camino sea largo.
Que sean muchas las mañanas estivales
en que con cuánta dicha, con cuánta alegría
entres a puertos nunca vistos:
detente en mercados fenicios,
y adquiere las bellas mercancías,
ámbares y ébanos, marfiles y corales,
y perfumes voluptuosos de toda clase,
cuanto más abundantes puedas perfumes voluptuosos;
anda a muchas ciudades Egipcias
a aprender y aprender de los sabios.
Siempre en tu pensamiento ten a Ítaca.
Llegar hasta allí es tu destino.
Pero no apures tu viaje en absoluto.
Mejor que muchos años dure:
y viejo ya ancles en la isla,
rico con cuanto ganaste en el camino,
sin esperar que riquezas te dé Ítaca.
Ítaca te dio el bello viaje.
Sin ella no hubieras salido al camino.
Otras cosas no tiene ya que darte.
Y si pobre la encuentras, Ítaca no te ha engañado.
Sabio así como llegaste a ser, con experiencia tanta,
ya habrás comprendido las Ítacas qué es lo que significan.