How Cosmin mocked me when I told him I was going to write to the embassies of Europe. ‘They’ll never respond’ he joked. Well I sent out my letters and questionnaires and within two days I had a package from the Estonian embassy delivered to my door. They had not only filled out my questionnaire but sent a big bundle of literature about Estonia AND returned my unused self-addressed envelope. In your face Cosmin, and a massive thank you to the Estonian Embassy.
I read each booklet from cover to cover, those Estonian’s sure know how to lure you in; I went from knowing precisely zero about the country to desperately wanting to visit and find out more. I’m sorry Kilimanjaro but you’ve been bumped down my travel list in favour of a trip to witness the elderly female side-car bikers of Kihnu Island ruling the roost.
From the light hearted quotes
“No well-run yacht basin in Southern waters is complete without at least two sunburned, salt bleached-headed Esthonians” Ernest Hemmingway – To Have and Have Not
And most excellent traditions
One of which, the Night of the Ancient Lights, just happened to fall upon the evening we cooked our Estonian fare. So we joined the Baltic states who lit bonfires along the coast to remember their ancestors and acknowledge their neighbours with our own little tribute courtesy of a little sand from my niece’s sandpit and a candle.
To the mind-blowing history
The end, of Russian occupation, in part due to 300,000 Estonian’s peaceful and spontaneous protest in Tallinn to sing national songs and hymns strictly banned by the Soviets.
Estonia, you won us over and were the first country of our tour where I was tempted to cook four separate recipes. I’m sorry my photographs didn’t do your cuisine justice.