I Booked a bus ticket last night to Tallinn, Estonia. After being stuck indoors for far too long and not seeing humans, it’s certainly long over due.
I Woke up at 4.30 to get ready for my bus at 5.15 from the stop around the corner from the flat.
My adventure started in the way it will probably continue… lackadaisical with mild panic. I arrived on the stop with 5 minutes to spare, at 14 minutes past I thought it MIGHT be a good idea to check for my coach ticket to Tallinn. What a surprise.. I Had somehow picked it up and put it straight back down.. I text Anna that I had forgotten my ticket and headed back to the flat with 60 seconds before my bus, fortunately she called me and I asked her to find it and throw it out the window. Luckily she found it on the kitchen table?? And threw it out.
It was quite cinematic as i watched my bus ticket flap around in the calm breeze from the 4th story… It COULD have gone anywhere… 30 seconds later i managed to grab it as it got low ENOUGH and immediately “cripple-scamped” my way back to the bus stop, it was now 16 past so i should have missed it. I saw him at the red light, I ran across the traffic in front of him like a right spazz. He pulled away, i felt the fun of travel hit me and by very good fortune he chose to stop when he got to the other side of the lights. Thank you Mr polish bus driver… If you were English, in the capital, I doubt you would have stopped.
I arrive at the international bus station and enjoy being lost, i find my dirty Ecolines stop and enjoy the freezing cold weather for a while. The bus turns up and looks quite pleasant, when i get on i discover it is quite possibly the most cramped bus i have ever been on. Even more so than Russian sleeper trains… People very close to my left,right,back,front and above. They really cram you in… It was ONLY 28 quid though!
The bus has a nice mixture of clientel, a scary looking lockstock chap with no hair, swollen brow minus the eyebrows, a strange colour to his skin and staring at me with a look of pure hatred. A few old people and a few nice looking Europeans ladies with no discenable nationality but definitely eastern!
The bus lady comes and talks jibberish and then responds to my confused look with “English?” i nod and she continues in jibberglish. I dont know what she said but i think she was being friendly.
It’s nice to be back on the road and have no clue what is next.