October 3

Today I woke up in Estonia. That’s a sentence I never thought I’d say.

I love, love getting up in the morning and flinging open the drapes and seeing where we are.  I had done my due diligence regarding research of each place, and Tallin (Estonia) was said to be one of the easiest to walk to  from the ship, so a shore excursion was not necessary. 

It’s supposed to be 16C and sunny today, so fingers crossed for another day with no rain. 

We were up and ready to leave by 8:30 after a quick breakfast of rye bread and cheese for me, PB & J toast for he. And a cup of the horrible ship coffee. I honestly think it’s some sort of Nescafé instant, which I guess makes sense…how do you make enough for coffee for all these people, 24 hours a day, using good quality ground beans? Answer: you don’t. Another problem might be that your choice of coffee cream is either skim, regular milk or half & half (which is only 10%) and I cannot be persuaded that anything other than 18% is fit for coffee consumption. Even the specialty restaurants serve the same awful coffee. They do, however, have the best orange juice I have ever had and we drink gallons of it every morning, so there’s that. 

There were no line-ups anywhere and not many people in sight, I think maybe a lot of folks were just tired after their flights and travels and maybe just wanted to sleep in a bit. We left the ship and saw a Hop On-Hop Off bus, so we hopped on. It was mildly informative,  the commentary was good, and I like to get a sense of where we are in a new city, and it was interesting to see the Russian influence on all the buildings (so gray and gloomy) and the difference between those and the modern city, but I wanted to wander through the old town (where buses obviously can’t go) so we hopped off after a partial loop in a spot that was right near the old city walls.

We passed by this huge monument which symbolizes the loss of 852 lives when a ferry sank in the sea between Tallinn and Stockholm in 1994 (the same route that we will be taking tonight…in the dark…) It’s a huge curve, split in two, you can just see the other part over the hill. That part rests on a large granite block with the names of all 852 people engraved on it. The empty space between the two arches represents the empty spaces left by the victims from the 8 affected countries. 

We walked down the path for a minute or two and the spires of St. Olaf’s Church, from the 12th century (on the left)and the Nunnatorn, a defensive tower from the 14th century (red roofed, on the right) came into view. Can you even imagine living by such incredible places? I practically scampered to get there.

You enter through the main gate, passing by the tower fortification called Fat Margaret. It was constructed in 1511 as a defensive tower, the walls are 6 metres thick! It obviously wasn’t called Fat Margaret then, and no one really knows why it’s called that now. Rumours say there was a cook who worked there who was fat and named Margaret, or, they say, it’s named after a massive cannon that was installed in later years. It was originally just called The Round Tower. Simpler times in the 1500’s!

Fat Margaret in all her glory. We entered the old city through that small archway.

 Walking through Tallinn’s Old Town felt like stepping back in time about 500 years. With the cobblestone streets, the medieval towers and secret, tiny, winding alleyways it just felt magical. I fully expected to round a corner and see a horse-drawn cart rattling over the cobblestones and a shop keeper who has been there for hundreds of years.

Walking alongside the old city walls.

Thank goodness for those “sidewalks” because even though they were tilted and had a lot of missing bricks, they were easier to walk on as opposed to the cobblestones. Although, I did walk on the cobblestones now and then, imagining all the tens of thousands of ancient feet who walked there before me.

A very medieval looking door.

Another twisty street. I like how you can just see the faint indentations in the road from hundreds of years of carts rolling down the street. Those cobblestones must be made of awfully sturdy stone!

A tiny (like really tiny!) Russian Orthodox Church.

An unusual window frame, not from medieval times obviously, but so intriguing nonetheless.

Something beautiful is at the end of that passageway!

Cappuccino and people watching in Estonia, along with this poppyseed sort of treat.

After this we meandered slowly back towards the ship, stopping to check out a few stores and grab a couple of small gifts. Because we travel with carry-on luggage only, the things I buy are definitely small!

As we were walking, Steven noticed a couple of people going down some dark and gloomy stairs and wondered where they were headed. I saw the sign that said “KGB Prison Cells” and I remembered that I had read about this tiny museum and really wanted to see it, but I had totally forgotten. I was pleased that he spotted it, so we walked in to check it out. 

The building itself is quite lovely. It was built in 1912 as an apartment building, but the basement storage area eventually became a place of unimaginable suffering. During the Soviet occupation of Estonia it became the headquarters of the secret police, the KGB, and the cells were used to interrogate, torture and imprison thousands of people.

It was particularly sobering when I realized that these cells were in use less than 35 years ago. Estonia did not gain their independence until 1991. The memories of these times ares still alive for many Estonians. 

The door and the sign are very unassuming. This was originally the way down to the storage area of the apartment building.

• When you go in, you see the long hallway with the cells and other rooms on one side. The hall turns right at the end, with more of the same.

Cells with beds for about 6 people, but as many as 20 people were often crammed in one small cell.

The solitary confinement room. More of a closet. It is set up so that a person cannot sit or lie down, and one cannot stand comfortably. The ceiling was just a removable board that could be adjusted for the prisoners height, to make it uncomfortable of course. Sometimes two people were put in together, often for days. There are still scratches on the walls.

The interrogation chair. I have no words.

The stacks and stacks of papers, each for one prisoner. So many.

One room had videos of people who survived their time here. This woman was talking about how she did whatever was asked of her in order to have her children left alone. 

You know, this place is so small and inconsequential compared to places like Auschwitz and Buchenwald and Bergen-Belsen and all the others, that it almost seemed insignificant, but cruelty doesn’t have a size and all the suffering that took place here is every bit as real as the atrocities that happened in the other places. 

There were large meat grinders there. Let that sink in. Meat grinders. 

One of the quotes I read was: “Some of history’s darkest horrors are hidden in the most unassuming places.” 

After that sobering visit, we headed back to the ship for a little respite. Luckily it’s not more than a 10 minute walk. While he caught up on some much-needed sleep, I found myself drawn back to Tallinn for another walk through those enchanting old streets. It was a welcome change of pace after the earlier visit through the darker and chilling chapter of the city’s past. I do not regret seeing any of it though, it’s important to remember that our world can hold extraordinary beauty as well as heartbreaking history. 

I walked to one of Tallinn’s most historic buildings, The House of the Blackheads, which is a horrible name, sounds like it belongs to a skin care clinic, but The Brotherhood of the Blackheads was a guild of unmarried foreign merchants from the Middle Ages, and their patron saint was Saint Maurice, a black man and his image became the brotherhood’s symbol. Today the building is used for concerts and other events. Can you imagine going to a concert in a building that was built in the 1500’s?

I wandered through some “newer” streets, areas from the 1600’s, but never going more than a few blocks in any direction for fear of getting turned around. These streets are so twisty that it’s easy to get mixed up.

Eventually I wound my way back to Fat Margaret and hoofed my way back to the ship. We were having dinner at one of the specialty restaurants tonight, the Japanese Teppanyaki.

A decorative sculpture at the cruise port called The Wave, symbolizing….you guessed it, waves. 

Our hysterical chef at the Teppanyaki. We had miso soup (I’ve never been a fan of miso, so I only had a mouthful), seaweed salad which was very good, the veggies that you see on the grill with “yum-yum sauce”, huge amounts of fried rice, and seafood galore….shrimp, calamari (which was much more rubbery than usual) and scallops, and they were so good. Matcha cake for desert. 

The woman beside me asked me where I was from, and I told her “BC” and of course I then had to ask her where she was from and she replied “Quebec”. I casually mentioned that I had lived there for a few years when I was a kid and she asked “Oh, where?” And I said “Oh, a small place in the middle of nowhere, an Air Force base that was decommissioned years ago. I don’t think anyone has really ever heard of it, I’m not even sure if it even exists anymore, maybe the small village is still there. Moisie.” She looked at me all agog, and said “Moisie? MOISIE? I LIVE there!” We were mutually astounded and amazed and she FaceTimed her husband (who was at home…in Moisie) because she said no one would believe her otherwise. She said even people in Quebec have never heard of it. What are the chances? Seriously, I wonder what the chances are that of all the ships and all the people on them, and all the restaurants and seatings, that we would be seated beside each other? A statistic site had me enter a bunch of information and said that the chance that we would sit beside each other on this cruise was approximately 1 in 100,000, but the chance that we would choose the same cruise on the same dates was incalculable.

I love coincidences like that, and it makes me wonder how many times we pass people or make eye contact with someone and miss a connection by mere seconds. 

After dinner, in the elevator, an elderly white haired lady, very tiny and sweet looking, she was maybe 85, grabbed me and said “I can tell by your accent that you’re Canadian and I want to truly apologize for our president. We hate him too. Fucker.” 

And on that note, we went to bed. 

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October 2

Yesterday was September 30th, and today we woke up and it was October 2nd and I don’t know what happened to October 1st. I think it disappeared over Greenland somewhere. Time changes and Date Lines confuse me and I cannot be bothered to try and figure it out. I didn’t owe for an extra day at the hotel, so it’s all good. 😊 

We got up early and headed downstairs for breakfast. I tell you, European breakfasts are the absolute best. 

The buffet was really large and had everything from slow cooked porridge to pickled herring to smoked salmon to still-warm-from-the-oven-sourdough bread, as well as muesli, yogurts, fresh fruits, meats, cheeses and a woman making omelets. 

All sorts of fresh buns and breads.

 The omelet making woman.

I wish I was hungrier in the mornings. It all looked so good.

I had some mixed berries, including lingonberries, which I have never tried before.

Then we set off to the market. It was another gorgeous day; “sweater tied around waist” day. When I booked this trip the weather forecast was not promising, and I was hoping to get at least one nice day, and now we are two-for-two. Other people were bundled in puffy coats, but it was about 16C so really, not cold at all.

The market was really fun, lots of stalls with all sorts of handmade items. Steven bought a pair of slippers, reindeer leather (is it called that? Maybe reindeer hide?) and fuzzy sheepskin on the inside. I think you could wear them in the snow, they are so huge and thick and dense. 

We stopped at a cozy little place for a coffee, the chairs all had a reindeer hide tossed over them, for the colder days I guess, as this market is open all year round. There were so many restaurant stalls and it all smelled SO good. 

The coziest little place with, I have to say, really horrible coffee. I think it was from last week. Literally. But I wanted to sit somewhere and have a coffee and people watch in every place we stopped, so, goal accomplished.

So many different mushrooms for sale. I’m not a huge fan of fungi, other than truffles, and I am always surprised to see so many mushrooms.

Much more my style!

The architecture was stunning. 

The old market hall, built in the 1800’s. Inside is filled with more stalls and shops, selling all the foods you could imagine.

Browsed there for a bit, wishing I was hungrier, but I did try some reindeer at our hotel buffet. Then we moved on to a souvenir shop, one of the many that was crammed with everything Moomin. I bought a few little things and paid with Euro’s so that I could get coins in my change in case I needed coins for public washrooms in the upcoming countries (which often have pay toilets), but then I turned around and promptly spent the coins too. Oh well…fingers crossed that bathrooms are free.

We walked slowly back to the hotel, not getting lost at all, and packed up to head to the cruise port. Our taxi was a Tesla, we actually saw a lot of Teslas everywhere. I guess they are more popular here than in North America. It was just a 5 minute drive, but a bit too far to walk, especially with a suitcase on those cobblestones. We passed people doing exactly that and they all looked miserable. 

At the port we dropped off our suitcases, fingers crossed that they ended up in our room later, and went inside the hall…oh oh, the line-up looked horrendous, another one of those zig-zag mazes, but it actually moved really quickly and people were all in a good mood, no need to worry about missing flights and witnessing fights. When you check-in online at home, you pick an arrival time, thus the line-ups weren’t congested with everyone trying to get on at once. It was quite civilized. We saw 2 children, only 2! Both little girls about 7, dressed like princesses, really cute. 

The only thing that annoyed me was the ETA confusion. When I applied for our ETA’s, it is very plainly stated on the acceptance e-mail that you do not need to print your acceptance out, it’s all attached digitally to your passport (because you have to send a copy of your passport to the UK site). But because I worry, I did indeed print out the email with our number and information on it. But when we got to the front of the line, (the desk where they issue you your keycard) they ask for your print out. What? I showed her ours and she said she needed to see the second page as well. Again, what? I told her I didn’t have a second page and that actually my email had said I didn’t need any page. She sort of “hmmphed” and said she’d just let it go. There were a lot of people who were also very confused and upset as some had nothing printed out and they were frantically trying to find their original email. I got ours last year when we went to Iceland, so god only knows where that email even is, so thank goodness for the print outs I kept. 

Anyhow, we took our keycard, went through passport/border control, did a fingerprint thing, went through security and climbed the ramp onto our ship! Hooray, I can now breath a huge sigh of relief and relaxation. We found a spot to sit and people watch until the cabins are ready. Of course had to have a snack.

To be fair, we had fruit too, you can see the watermelon in the background!

The cabins were ready quickly and we unpacked a few things and got a bit organized. 

The cabins is really nice, king size bed which is a bonus and a sizeable balcony. The couch is also a hide-a-bed in case we have a fight. There is large closet and wardrobe to the right of me (as I take this picture)and a bathroom to the left. The bathroom was pretty small, particularly the shower. The fridge was filled with a dozen bottles of ice-cold water which I had ordered prior to our arrival. 

Ship Talk: The Norwegian Sun is a smaller, older ship. It has none of the bells and whistles that the newer, larger ones have. I guess you could call it a classic. The decor was sort of dated, but I really liked it, it felt cozy. It had all things the big ships have; an arcade for kids (of which we saw five. Five! The two little princess girls, two brothers about 9 and 11, and one small baby) A fairly large casino, two main dining rooms, six specialty restaurants, the buffet, a sports pub, a pizza place and I think a couple of more “finger food” places. The usual shopping venues, watches,  purses, and clothing, the photography studio, the art gallery, a Starbucks, plus all the other things. Oh, and a real library with shelves and books. The last couple of ships I’ve been on had a “library” but with no actual books, just a place to sit and read your own, or browse your device. 

The atrium had four glass elevators which went to our floor (9th) and opened literally 20 steps from our room. That was SO handy. At least we didn’t have to walk down those looooooong hallways to get to places. We were midship, so a fairly equal distance to everywhere, although I always went the wrong way anyhow, so I still had to walk twice as far to get somewhere. 

We went for dinner in one of the main dining rooms, The Seven Seas (original name!). I had a shrimp cake for an appetizer, duck for main course and crème brûlée for dessert. 

The little shrimp cake was pretty good, it had actual whole shrimp in it, as opposed to mashed/ground up shrimp.

I had to laugh at the little sprig of thyme in my potato. Imagine that that is someone’s job, just making little thyme trees times a thousand.

My favourite dessert, we both ate it quite frequently.

After dinner we went to the theatre to see the All Aboard show which was pretty cheesy, it was a song & dance routine intro to the NCL performers, the costumes were amazing though, full of glitter and sparkle.

Then it was early to bed. Slept like the proverbial log. Goodbye Finland.