(With props to Marnen on Twitter for the title)
Prior to this trip, everything I knew abut Estonia I learned from reading Dilbert cartoons about the fictional land of Elbonia, which is generally described as being waist-deep in mud and overrun with weasels.
Elbonia is loosely modeled on Estonia, so that’s generally what I expected when we arrived: mud, weasels, and Eastern Bloc squalor. And maybe some funny hats. The Elbonians in Dilbert always wear funny hats.
I got none of those things. No mud, no weasels, and definitely ixnay on the ats-hay. Instead, what I found was one of the most interesting, beautiful cities I’ve ever seen. Tallinn, the capital city of Estonia, was the hilight of the cruise for me, even though we spent only one afternoon there.
To be fair, the visit started inauspiciously. The Port of Tallinn isn’t so much a “port” as it is “a desolate wasteland with sheep wandering around in it.” Actual, literal sheep.
Clumped together in the middle of this wasteland is a sprawling, ramshackle collection of little tents and huts, packed to the gills with people hawking all sorts of wares–kind of like a scene from a William Gibson novel or perhaps a low-budget, indie remake of Bladerunner. At the edge of all the stalls selling leather goods and little wooden boxes and sunglasses and small, inexpensive keepsakes of Eastern Europe, I spotted this place:
I was tempted, I must admit, but I battled with the temptations of the flesh, and…
Well, actually, I lied. I wasn’t tempted at all. Not even for a moment.
I kept going right past this shack and its really not very tempting offer, past the bored-looking guard at the gate to the port who was the closest thing we discovered to any sort of passport control, and out into the city itself. A few blocks from the port, we encountered the ancient stone wall guarding its center.
Tallinn is a city of contrast.
I know everyone who writes about traveling says that about some city or other at some point. A Google search for “city of contrast” gives you about 153,000 results. New York is a city of contrast. Scottsdale is a city of contrast. Anchorage is a city of contrast. Sacramento is a city of contrast. You know what? Those guys don’t know shit about contrast.
The heart of Tallinn is an ancient Medieval walled city full of narrow, winding roads. A modern glass and steel city has sprung up outside the wall, wrapping the Old Town in a busy hub of international commerce and high-tech development.
The streets of Tallinn are picturesque, like Stockholm is picturesque, but with at least 80% less essence “I loooooove my kidnapper” going on.
Commerce has long been the living, breathing heart of Tallinn. In the early middle ages, the city grew wealthy and powerful by trading textiles throughout the Baltic. A strong guild system developed here; at one time, each street in the town belonged to a different guild, and you had to be a member of the guild to work or live on that street. Guilds are a great idea when you have an illiterate population who can’t read instruction manuals or user guides.
The history of Tallinn is rich and turbulent, if by “rich and turbulent” one means “fucked up and weird.” If someone other than Michael Bay were to make a movie about Tallinn’s history, it would go something like this:
The Guildmasters of Tallinn: Let us become wealthy and powerful trading furs and textiles to our neighbors.
(They become WEALTHY AND POWERFUL by trading FURS and TEXTILES to their NEIGHBORS)
Peter the Great: Ho there! Tallinn is wealthy and powerful. I shall conquer it!
The Guildmasters of Tallinn: Nuh-uh. You have a silly hat.
Peter the Great: Uh-huh! I have a huge naval armada!
(PETER THE GREAT conquers TALLINN with his HUGE NAVAL ARMADA)
The Guildmasters of Tallinn: Um… Okay, we’ve been conquered. Now what?
Peter the Great: I will buy furs and textiles from you.
The Guildmasters of Tallinn: Uh, right.
The Guildmasters of Tallinn: Listen, you know you could have done that without conquering us, right?
Peter the Great: …
Peter the Great: What?
The Guildmasters of Tallinn: Never mind. Look, we can work with this.
The Guildmasters of Tallinn: Let us become more wealthy and powerful trading furs and textiles to Peter the Great!
(They become MORE WEALTHY and MORE POWERFUL by trading FURS and TEXTILES to PETER THE GREAT)
Vladimir Lenin: I have deposed the Tsars and become Supreme Ruler of Russia!
The Guildmasters of Tallinn: Whatever. You want some furs and textiles?
Vladimir Lenin: I wish to destroy the bourgeois elite and the notion of private capital in favor of a centralized economy that will eliminate free enterprise and bankrupt all of Russia, and then set us down the path of a ruinous, decades-long conflict with the West that will result in to complete collapse of all of eastern Europe!
The Guildmasters of Tallinn: Wait, what?
The Guildmasters of Tallinn: You’re kidding, right? That’s your plan?
Vladimir Lenin: Ha ha ha! Yes, I am kidding.
The Guildmasters of Tallinn: Whew! Because we thought–
Vladimir Lenin: No, I’m serious. That’s what I’m going to do. I was kidding when I said “I am kidding.”
The Guildmasters of Tallinn: …
The Guildmasters of Tallinn: Listen, we’re going to secede from Russia now, okay?
Vladimir Lenin: Okay.
The Guildmasters of Tallinn: We cool?
Vladimir Lenin: We’re cool.
Joseph Stalin: Watch, as I invade Estonia and conquer Tallinn as part of my empire!
Adolf Hitler: You will not invade Estonia and conquer Tallinn as part of your empire. I will invade Estonia and conquer Tallinn as part of my empire!
The Guildmasters of Tallinn: …
The Guildmasters of Tallinn: Guys? Listen, about that–
(JOSEPH STALIN and ADOLF HITLER invade ESTONIA. They DROP BOMBS and BLOW STUFF UP and KILL LOTS OF PEOPLE)
The Guildmasters of Tallinn: OMG what is this I don’t even AAAAUGH!
Joseph Stalin: You are now part of my empire. Henceforth you will be known as Estonia SSR.
Joseph Stalin: I will destroy free enterprise and plunge you into poverty and set you on a ruinous, decades-long conflict with the West that will result in the complete collapse of Eastern Europe.
The Guildmasters of Tallinn: What, that again? That’s a TERRIBLE plan!
Joseph Stalin: Wait, I’m not finished!
Joseph Stalin: I will also begin a disastrous experimentation in agriculture, based on pseudoscience and ideological orthodoxy, that will result in the deaths of tens of millions of my own citizens!
The Guildmasters of Tallinn: …
Joseph Stalin: And then I will become paranoid and start murdering my most loyal supporters!
Joseph Stalin: Also, I will execute anyone who says that this is a terrible plan.
The Guildmasters of Tallinn: *headdesk*
(JOSEPH STALIN executes the GUILDMASTERS OF TALLINN and DESTROYS ESTONIA’S ECONOMY and sets out on a ruinous decades-long conflict with the West that BANKRUPTS all of EASTERN EUROPE)
The Former Guildmasters of Tallinn: Man, this sucks.
(The Soviet Union COLLAPSES)
The Former Guildmasters of Tallinn: You guys suck.
The Former Guildmasters of Tallinn: Hey, European Union, can we join you? Because these guys suck.
The European Union: Your proposition intrigues us. We will hear your proposal. What do you have to offer us?
The Former Guildmasters of Tallinn: Um…we have…
The Former Guildmasters of Tallinn: We have conferred amongst ourselves, and, err… We have mud.
The Former Guildmasters of Tallinn: And also small, inexpensively-made objects which can be sold to tourists.
The European Union: Your offer is insufficient. If you wish to join our club, you must have something uniquely yours to contribute. The Germans make motor cars and Hummels, which are small, incredibly expensive objects that can be sold to tourists. The Italians make outrageously overpriced suits from gray yarn. The French are known worldwide for their elaborate weapons systems that don’t work and also for their bad attitudes. The Swiss make cuckoo clocks and enormous particle accelerators which create black holes that will doom us all. The British have blood sausage and desperation.
The Former Guildmasters of Tallinn: We can design microchips and software for cell phones. Do you like cell phones?
The European Union: Let us confer amongst ourselves.
(They CONFER amongst THEMSELVES)
The European Union: We have conferred amongst ourselves, and we have decided that we like cell phones very much. We accept your proposal.
The Former Guildmasters of Tallinn: Really? Cool!
The Former Guildmasters of Tallinn: Let us become rich and powerful, but not as rich nor as powerful as we were, by designing microchips and software for cell phones, and also small, inexpensively-made objects which can be sold to tourists!
(They become SOMEWHAT LESS RICH and QUITE A LOT LESS POWERFUL making things for CELL PHONES and also small, inexpensively-made objects for TOURISTS)
The city of Tallinn is one of the oldest and best-preserved Medieval cities in the world, but it’s not a museum. It’s an actual, living city. The line between the old part of the city and the modern part of the city is jarring; in one area, you have skyscrapers, and in another, you have this.
On one of the narrow, winding streets snaking along the edge of the Medieval wall, we found a local dining establishment.
I think it’s part of a chain. We saw these places throughout Eastern Europe. I bet the food’s pretty good, since they’re so popular.
The center of Tallinn’s Medieval district is the old town hall, which has functioned as the hub of Tallinn’s civic life for…well, for longer than the country I live in has been a country, really. The town hall is gorgeous, and is right smack in the center of the town square. I never really knew what a “town square” was until this trip.
Here, many of the most essential functions of Medieval society took place. Rules of commerce were established, guild and social matters were adjudicated, heretics and unbelievers were strung up for torture, townspeople were married, and gossip was exchanged. Some of the relics of these bygone functions are still apparent on the stone pillars that line the hall.
I kinda want a pillar in my basement that looks like this. I promise I will only use it for good.
I found this sign in a small shop just off the town square. I think it lies.
I’ve had days without wine, and I’ve had days without sex, and I can state with authority that they are nothing alike. All I can think is that whoever wrote this sign, probably doesn’t have sex the way I do.
I love this old house.
It’s run-down and collapsing now, and for some reason that only makes it even more beautiful I have no idea what the story of this house is, but I bet it’s fascinating. Were I to have infinite resources (which I don’t), and were I to move to Tallinn (which I wouldn’t, though I do love the place), I would want to buy this house and fix it up. It is, to my eye, heartbreakingly beautiful.
Plus, it would be an awesome place to host BDSM play parties, yo.
All I can think is that whoever wrote this sign, probably doesn’t have sex the way I do.
Or they don’t drink wine the way you do. 🙂
All I can think is that whoever wrote this sign, probably doesn’t have sex the way I do.
Or they don’t drink wine the way you do. 🙂
*laugh*
That was the best description of the history of Tallinn that I’ve ever read. Bravo!
(By the way, you might have seen my parents or my uncle while you were in Tallinn. They are out there often.)
*laugh*
That was the best description of the history of Tallinn that I’ve ever read. Bravo!
(By the way, you might have seen my parents or my uncle while you were in Tallinn. They are out there often.)
The Guildmasters movie plot synopsis is awesome.
The Guildmasters movie plot synopsis is awesome.
I think you and I might seriously share a taste in/point of view on/love of houses. I had all the same urges and thoughts you described when looking at the one you pictured.
About the wine and the sex, I agree with your sssessment of the sign writer, especially given the pillar photo and commentary above.
I think you and I might seriously share a taste in/point of view on/love of houses. I had all the same urges and thoughts you described when looking at the one you pictured.
About the wine and the sex, I agree with your sssessment of the sign writer, especially given the pillar photo and commentary above.
1. Have you been reading eBear’s cat vs monkey dialogs?
2. The pillar: you lie
3. I now want to visit this city. Lovely description!
1. Have you been reading eBear’s cat vs monkey dialogs?
2. The pillar: you lie
3. I now want to visit this city. Lovely description!
Infinite Resources
Hey if the resources are infinite, why not restore it and turn it into the best BDSM club of all the former eastern block? Then it would even become a tax write-off to go vacation there and take care of business stuff w/the club. 😉
Of all the places you visited so far, I like the architecture and scenery here the best.
Re: Infinite Resources
…And, now I’m actually caught up in your journal!
Infinite Resources
Hey if the resources are infinite, why not restore it and turn it into the best BDSM club of all the former eastern block? Then it would even become a tax write-off to go vacation there and take care of business stuff w/the club. 😉
Of all the places you visited so far, I like the architecture and scenery here the best.
Re: Infinite Resources
…And, now I’m actually caught up in your journal!
“The center of Tallinn’s Medieval district is the old town hall, which has functioned as the hub of Tallinn’s civic life for…well, for longer than the country I live in has been a country, really”
Come on, that’s like saying “the sky is blue”. When I head back to London I go drinking in a pub that was rebuilt before your country was a country (rebuilt 1667, after the Great Fire; original pub was 1538, the cellars from a 13th century monastery). 1776 (or 1783, or 1788 – take your pick) is “modern history” for most of Europe (GB included) 🙂
“The center of Tallinn’s Medieval district is the old town hall, which has functioned as the hub of Tallinn’s civic life for…well, for longer than the country I live in has been a country, really”
Come on, that’s like saying “the sky is blue”. When I head back to London I go drinking in a pub that was rebuilt before your country was a country (rebuilt 1667, after the Great Fire; original pub was 1538, the cellars from a 13th century monastery). 1776 (or 1783, or 1788 – take your pick) is “modern history” for most of Europe (GB included) 🙂
Serious house LUST!!
Serious house LUST!!
Actually, Stalin beat Hitler to Estonia (absorbed it into to Soviet Union as part of the same agreement with Germany that allowed for the partition of Poland at the start of WW2), but Hitler occupied it as part of his invasion of the Soviet Union (demonstrating that at least in the case of Stalin paranoids may have real enemies), so the generally sucky result was as you described.
Good to know! I’ve updated the post accordingly.
My knowledge of Estonian history actually came from overhearing a Swedish tour group that was passing through. 🙂
Actually, Stalin beat Hitler to Estonia (absorbed it into to Soviet Union as part of the same agreement with Germany that allowed for the partition of Poland at the start of WW2), but Hitler occupied it as part of his invasion of the Soviet Union (demonstrating that at least in the case of Stalin paranoids may have real enemies), so the generally sucky result was as you described.
I am thoroughly enjoying these writeups. The Guildmaster’s tale is hilarious.
In Sicily they say a day without sardines is like a day without sex. By comparison, I have to think the Estonians are far closer to the truth…
I loooove Sardines!
I supposed that could be explained by the fact that I’m half-Sicilian.
I am thoroughly enjoying these writeups. The Guildmaster’s tale is hilarious.
In Sicily they say a day without sardines is like a day without sex. By comparison, I have to think the Estonians are far closer to the truth…
I loooove Sardines!
I supposed that could be explained by the fact that I’m half-Sicilian.
Dude, I’m totally hooked on your journal lately. I love reading these entries about your travels. I’m incredibly jealous, having only been outside the USA once in my life, and then, I only went to Nassau.
Dude, I’m totally hooked on your journal lately. I love reading these entries about your travels. I’m incredibly jealous, having only been outside the USA once in my life, and then, I only went to Nassau.
i’m really loving your review of europe. when you’re done posting these could you put it up in a page or something? i keep wanting to send the whole thing to people but but livejournal isn’t a very sendable format.
I’m actually planning to make an eBook and put it on my Web site after the series is done. 🙂
i’m really loving your review of europe. when you’re done posting these could you put it up in a page or something? i keep wanting to send the whole thing to people but but livejournal isn’t a very sendable format.
I kinda want a pillar in my basement that looks like this. I promise I will only use it for good.
Lies.
LIEEEEEEEEEEES.
I kinda want a pillar in my basement that looks like this. I promise I will only use it for good.
Lies.
LIEEEEEEEEEEES.
Good to know! I’ve updated the post accordingly.
My knowledge of Estonian history actually came from overhearing a Swedish tour group that was passing through. 🙂
I’m actually planning to make an eBook and put it on my Web site after the series is done. 🙂
So, um, no more fur and textiles? Bummer.
Were I to have infinite resources (which I don’t), and were I to move to Tallinn (which I wouldn’t, though I do love the place), I would want to buy this house and fix it up. It is, to my eye, heartbreakingly beautiful.
Plus, it would be an awesome place to host BDSM play parties, yo.
I like your ideas and would love to subscribe to your newsletter.
However, it sounds like, based on the German BDSM mag I recently picked up, that there are some truly AWESOME locales for play parties in Germany, so don’t worry about the lack of infinite resources. By the time you’re ready to make another trip to Europe, I should have a pretty good feel for the German BDSM scene, so you’re welcome to visit. 🙂
So, um, no more fur and textiles? Bummer.
Were I to have infinite resources (which I don’t), and were I to move to Tallinn (which I wouldn’t, though I do love the place), I would want to buy this house and fix it up. It is, to my eye, heartbreakingly beautiful.
Plus, it would be an awesome place to host BDSM play parties, yo.
I like your ideas and would love to subscribe to your newsletter.
However, it sounds like, based on the German BDSM mag I recently picked up, that there are some truly AWESOME locales for play parties in Germany, so don’t worry about the lack of infinite resources. By the time you’re ready to make another trip to Europe, I should have a pretty good feel for the German BDSM scene, so you’re welcome to visit. 🙂
I so love your travel pictures and stories. Makes me want to travel again even more, and with a group as entertaining and fun as yours!
I so love your travel pictures and stories. Makes me want to travel again even more, and with a group as entertaining and fun as yours!
Responding to the important part of this post:
Even if they then adulterate it in foul and abominable ways by the addition of milk.
I was well into my 30s before I discovered that tea could be drinkable – so long as no one squeezed a cow into it.
I can’t tell if this comment proves that I’m British because it’s about the tea rather than the sex, or demonstrates my lack of British credentials ‘cos I don’t like cow juice in tea.
(FTR so far as I can tell, by genetics and culture I’m about as English as it gets, and the tiny bits that aren’t English are Irish)
Responding to the important part of this post:
Even if they then adulterate it in foul and abominable ways by the addition of milk.
I was well into my 30s before I discovered that tea could be drinkable – so long as no one squeezed a cow into it.
I can’t tell if this comment proves that I’m British because it’s about the tea rather than the sex, or demonstrates my lack of British credentials ‘cos I don’t like cow juice in tea.
(FTR so far as I can tell, by genetics and culture I’m about as English as it gets, and the tiny bits that aren’t English are Irish)
More late comments…
Yay, another super late thread post. It would be nice if in addition to the categories of straight, bi, bi-curious, and gay there was the additional category of “straight-curious”. Bi-curious is really just “gay-curious” as the game plays out. I have a queer friend who mostly likes to fuck members of the same sex, but would love to play this game but would prefer to stick to the simply “curious” side when it comes to members of the opposite sex.
More late comments…
Yay, another super late thread post. It would be nice if in addition to the categories of straight, bi, bi-curious, and gay there was the additional category of “straight-curious”. Bi-curious is really just “gay-curious” as the game plays out. I have a queer friend who mostly likes to fuck members of the same sex, but would love to play this game but would prefer to stick to the simply “curious” side when it comes to members of the opposite sex.
If you look at the FDA fact sheet on cabergoline, you will see that the drug has potential cardiac side affects including high blood pressure and stroke. Not sure popping more than once in fifteen minutes is worth brain death or a heart attack. Of course if you are already brain dead and live according to the law of the little head, then full dopamine ahead and keep it up and coming.
If you look at the FDA fact sheet on cabergoline, you will see that the drug has potential cardiac side affects including high blood pressure and stroke. Not sure popping more than once in fifteen minutes is worth brain death or a heart attack. Of course if you are already brain dead and live according to the law of the little head, then full dopamine ahead and keep it up and coming.
Only in the fifth edition and later. The first editions didn’t use the phrase; it was actually coined by a contemporary of his, if I recall correctly.
I’d suspect that any civilization that has advanced past the steam engine era to retain the ability to send radio signals; they’re just too useful to give up. It’s not like, say, a loom or a spinning wheel, I reckon, though I have no experimental evidence that that’s the case. 🙂
Only in the fifth edition and later. The first editions didn’t use the phrase; it was actually coined by a contemporary of his, if I recall correctly.
I’d suspect that any civilization that has advanced past the steam engine era to retain the ability to send radio signals; they’re just too useful to give up. It’s not like, say, a loom or a spinning wheel, I reckon, though I have no experimental evidence that that’s the case. 🙂