Estonia, where do I start? It's the place where I ran head-first into a Medieval stone wall, where I slept in a hotel that had an athletics track in it's yard, where I saw two completely different sides of one and the same country. But now I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's just start at the beginning, shall we? I arrived in Estonia by bus. That's the great thing about the Baltics, it's easy to...
I never put pictures of my face on the blog anymore. Even on my Instagram my face is almost painfully absent. It's not that I don't like my face. Wait, no. That's a complete lie. My face has given me too much grief since the start of my teenage years. So I neglected my face. Avoided looking at it, Pretended it wasn't there. I'm not like Areeba from Not Your Type Blog, I can't use...
'Dad, we've got the Stitch room!' I said as I looked at the number on the keychain from the TIA Hotel in Riga, Latvia. 'The what?' 'The Stitch room, room 626.' My dad gave me a confused look. 'Experiment 626?' 'Oh. I get it.' My dad laughed, a little too late. The joke wasn't funny anymore. In fact, mentioning room 626 would never be funny to me again. Room 626 was, what a surprise, on...
Dear Riga, I was born in a small town, eigh kilometers from Rotterdam. Under the smoke of Rotterdam, as we say here. As I grew up, people expected me to see Rotterdam as my city. Especially during the eternal "Rotterdam vs. Amsterdam" discussions, I was supposed to be all for that city. I guess I did start to like that concrete jungle after I went to college there. It's got a certain something, with all...
Yes, I've been travelling. Yes, I'm going to post about it - a lot. You can't go to Lithuania, Latvia, Estonia and Russia without writing tons of posts about it. First up: Lithuania. But will this post be like any of my other travel posts? No. Here's why: Lithuania is a funny place. It doesn't fit the mold. So let's shake it up, shall we? I'm going to start this post where I started my...
I've been busy lately. First I went on vacation, then I started my job babysitting cats and then, finally, the Plympic Games started in Rio de Janeiro. I can barely describe how much I've been looking forward to these Olympics. I missed the 2012 Olympics in London because I was in Australia. I missed the 2008 Olympics in Beijing because I was in Costa Rica. Twice in a row I was literally on the other...
This summer I travelled with my parents. Last summer I said I'd never do that again, but I'd forgotten the reasons why. So I joined my parents once again and went to Lithuania, Latvia, Estonia and Russia. I shared a room with my parents in all those countries. But two hours into the first night of our trip, I remembered why I didn't want to travel with my parents anymore: they snore so loud it...
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