14.04.2008 - 14.04.2008
We arrived at the Standstead and did what you do at airports – wait around. The nerves danced around in my stomach as I tried to come to terms with the reality of it all. Sarah, as usual, was alive with the excitement she always was when we started our travels. Eventually we fought our way onto the Easy Jet 737 and found our seats. As the front of the plane lifted and the rumbling of the wheels stopped, indicating we were airborne, I wondered when we’d be back on UK soil. The thought scared me a little.
We walked out of Tallin airport and jumped the local bus into town. We were both buzzing. We’d been on countless holidays together and travelled through dozens of cities, but somehow this was different. This was “the” trip, the one we’d planned for, our trip of a lifetime. We both wore Cheshire-Cat smiles that didn’t even fade when we got lost. After a few left and rights we were in our £7 a night hostel, and it was great, an eight-bed dorm with en-suite bathroom and a Jacuzzi.
After dumping our ridiculously heavy bags we went exploring. We ate noodles and watched old DVDs – we felt like real travellers. Not tourists or holidaymakers – travellers!