Monday, February 25, 2019

India 1 🇼🇳 (Vipassana)

Seda postitust alustan vĂ€ikese selgitusega, et miks ma ĂŒldse seda kĂ”ike tegin. Nimelt olen ma alati proovinud olla, (vĂ”i vĂ€hemalt teistele jagan targutades seda nĂ”u) et kui midagi on valesti ja inimene pole rahul kas iseenda, töö, elustiili vms, siis peab seda muutma. Hea kĂŒll, alati pole see nii lihtne, aga peaks vĂ€hemalt proovima, sest niisama virisemine paraku asju paremaks ei tee. Otsustasin iseenda sĂ”nadel sabast haarata ja vĂ€hemalt proovida midagi muuta. Nimelt olen juba pĂ€ris pikalt tundunud end kui orav rattas, kogu aeg tundub olevat nii meeletult kiire. Sellega seonduvalt olen tundunud ka suurt motivatsioonipuudust, meeletut vĂ€simust ning ĂŒleĂŒldist rahulolematust. Teadsin kohe seda reisi planeerides, et see tuleb teistsugune kui mu varasemad ning ma pean leidma hetke, et natuke endaga tööd teha ja maha rahuneda. Mu peas oli midagi stiilis 3-5 pĂ€eva vaikust, rahu, joogat, meditatsiooni ja raamatuid ( olgu mainitud, et ma pole ÜLDSE jooga ega meditatsiooni inimene, tahaks vĂ€ga et oleksin, aga kahjuks olen liiga rahutu hing selliste asjade jaoks vist. Seekord aga tundus, et peaks andma kĂ”igele sellele vĂ”imaluse). Mitte ĂŒldse polnud mu peas mĂ”tet end 11ks pĂ€evaks maailmast Ă€ra lĂ”igata ja sellist hard core meditatsiooni teha, aga mida rohkem ma uurisin ja otsisin seda enam tuli vipassana mulle ette ning tuli mĂ”te, et hea kĂŒll, kui juba teha siis korralikult.
Oma vipassanat tegin ma pĂ”hja Indias Rajastani piirkonnas Jodhpuri kĂŒlje all in the middle of nowhere. RÀÀkides tĂ€psemalt, mis vipassana on, siis tegu on vana meditasiooni tehnikaga, mille baasĂ”pe vĂ”tab aega 10 pĂ€eva. Vipassana ise tĂ€hendab nĂ€ha asju nii nagu nad on ja kuulsin selle kohta meeletult head, kuidas peale seda 10 pĂ€eva inimesed tunnevad end nii hĂ€sti ja said asjad selgeks jne ehk tundus vÀÀrt seda proovida. Kuigi KÕIK, mida ma selle laagri kohta lugesin on tĂ€iestiiiiiii minu mugavustsoonist vĂ€lja ja tĂ€iesti vastand minule ja minu elustiilile. Aga vahest peabki oma mugavusest vĂ€lja tulema ja proovima midagi tĂŁiesti uut ja seda see oli.
Laager oli range! Siin pean ma silmas, et lausa vĂ€ga range. Telefonid, lĂ€pakad, kaamerad, raamatud, mĂ€rkmikud, pastakad jms vĂ€lismaailmaga seonduva pidi Ă€ra andma. FĂŒĂŒsilist tegevust teha ei tohtinud, sest fookus pidi olema ainult vaimsel poolel. Ainuke fĂŒĂŒsiline tegevus, mida me tohtisime teha oli jalutamine (olgu öeldud, et minu toast, mis oli ala kĂ”ige tagumine punkt kuni söögitoani, mis oli kĂ”ige ees, oli 208 sammu ehk see oli siis see liikumisala). PĂ€evas oli 3 toidukorda. Toidud oli lihtsad taimetoidud, kuid vĂ€ga maitsvad. Kuigi vĂ€ga, vĂ€ga minimaalsete variatatsioonidega oli tĂ€pselt sama toit 11 pĂ€eva jĂ€rjest. PĂ€evas oli kokku 10 (!!!) tundi meditatsiooni. Ma olen elus 1x varem proovinud ja nĂŒĂŒd ĂŒhtĂ€kki veetsin pmst terve pĂ€eva mediteerides. Ning parim osa- Ă€ratus oli kell 4 öösel!!!( justnimelt öösel, sest 4 ei lĂ€he mitte kuidagi hommiku alla minu silmis). Terved need 10 pĂ€eva pidime jĂ€rgima Noble Silencit ehk me ei tohtinud mitte midagi rÀÀkida, omavahel ei tohtinud suhelda ka kehakeeles ning silmsidet pidi vĂ€ltima. Seda kĂ”ike, et tekiks vĂ”imalikult suur isolatsioonitunne ja kĂ”ik saaksid iseenda mĂ”tetega tegelda. NĂ€iteks ka söömise ajal olid toolid asetatud vaatega seina poole. Mu sĂ”brad pakkusid mu vastupidamisajaks 2 pĂ€eva, aga eksisid. Pidasin vastu kĂ”ik need 10 pĂ€eva, kuigi ĂŒtlen vĂ€ga ausalt, et see oli minu jaoks vĂ€ga raske ning mul kĂ€is pidev vĂ”itlus iseendaga, et seal vastu pidada lĂ”puni. Praegu mul on vĂŁga hea meel, et ma ei andnud alla ja tegin midagi enda jaoks nii vÔÔrast. Aga miks see oli raske? See kella 4ne Ă€rkamine ja vaikus polnud minu jaoks mitte mingid probleemid. Vaikuse osa ma lausa nautisin ja hea meelega oleks veel 10 pĂ€eva tĂ€ielikus vaikuses. Aga mis oli minu jaoks raske oli vabaduse tunde kaotamine. Ma teadsin, et ma olen seal vabatahtlikult ja ideaalis vĂ”in oma kompsud vĂ”tta ja lahkuda, kuigi see tĂ€hendaks allaandmist. Seal olles puudus tĂ€ielik kontroll asjade ĂŒle ning jĂ€rgisin vaid etteantud pĂ€evakava. Teine ja kĂ”ige suurem pĂ”hjus oli mediteerimine. Ma ausalt niiii vĂŁga tahaks, et ma oleks in selles, aga kahjuks vist pole vĂ€ga. Minu jaoks on vĂ€ga raske oma sadat korraga peas tiirlevat mĂ”tet vĂŁlja saada ning hingamisele vĂ”i sensatsioonidele keskenduda. Ning samuti positsiooni hoidmine. 5.st pĂ€eva paluti meil grupisessioonide ajal hoida ainult 1 asendit ilma silmi avamata ja liigutamata. Passi jĂ€rgi peaksin olema nagu 28, aga seal olles tundus nagu oleksin 78. Polnud vist kohta mu kehas, mis ei valutanud. Minu esimene katse liikumatuna olla toimus vist 4.pĂ€eva Ă”htul, kus otsustasin, et peaks end kokku vĂ”tma ja iga 10minuti jĂ€rel asendi vahetamised lĂ”petama. Kuna viimane meditatsioon oli kĂ”ige lĂŒhem ehk ainult 30min, siis see tundus proovimiseks vĂ€ga hea. Kuigi pĂ”lved nutsid valust, siis sain ilusti hakkama. Krapsasin pĂŒsti, et lĂ”puks unne minna( kell oli alles 21, aga und hakkasin juba kl 17st ootama :D ) ning astusin saalist vĂ€lja. Ja siis…ohsssaaa sĂ€de. MĂ”tlesin, et esimene pÔÔsas, millest ma möödusin, et sinna ma vist kukun ja jÀÀn oma ööd veetma. Jalad oli tĂ€iesti surnud ja krambis. Imestan, et ĂŒldse pĂŒsti sain. LĂ”pupoole sain juba ilusti terve tunni asendit hoida ja suutsin 90% ajast ka Ă”igele asjale keskenduda, ehk selle mĂ”ttes olen ma vĂ€ga Ă”nnelik, et areng oli pĂ€ris korralik. Aga nagu mainisin, siis vĂ”itlus iseendaga oli suur. Kuigi pĂ€evakava oli tĂ€pselt sama, siis iga pĂ€ev tundus tĂ€iesti erinev.
1. PÀev oli kÔik uus ja pÔnev. Nautisin, et ei pidanud kellegagi suhtlema ja elu oli lill. Kuigi tundus, et see 1 pÀev kestis nagu nÀdala.
2. PÀev möödus selle eest just kiiresti kuna ajakava oli selge.
3. PĂ€ev oli kĂ”ige raskem. Ja öeldaksegi, et kui selle pĂ€eva ĂŒle elada, siis on suur raskus seljataga. Too pĂ€ev olin ma umbes 50x oma peas valmis lahkuma. Selleks ajaks oli uudsuse efekt kadunud ning ees tundus olevat veel ĂŒĂŒratu pikk aeg. KuupĂ€ev 14.02 ei paistnudki tabloolt kaduvat ja tundus nagu ka see pĂ€ev kestaks nĂ€dala.
4. Oli jÀlle rahulik ja taaskord suutsin endale meelde tuletada, et miks ma seal olen.
5. PÀeval oli mul jÔhker peavalu ehk kogu aeg voodi vahet siblides möödus pÀev kiiresti. Ja mediteerida oli ka kuidagi lihtsam, sest suur valu ei lasknud muudel mÔtetel vist ligi tulla.
6. Pea oli veel paks aga valu kadunud, kuid lisandus tÀiesti punane ja kipitav silm. Hakkasin mÔtlema, et mu keha vist protesteerib selle kÔige vastu.
7. Oli kĂ”ige edukam. Enesetunne oli okei, kuigi nĂ€gin ikka veel korralik punasilm vĂ€lja. Ning suutsin end ilusti kokku vĂ”tta ja KÕIK 3 grupisessiooni+ Ă”htune ka veel olla liikumatult ja keskenduda vipassanale.
8. Oli jĂ€lle tĂ€ielik langus. TĂ€nu sellele, et eelmine pĂ€ev istusin nii stillilt, ei suutnud siis kauem kui 15 min ĂŒhes asendis olla. Kopp oli sellest kohast ees, mĂ”tted hakkasid otsa saama ja suhkruvajadus oli niiii meeletu. Mu suurim unistus oli pakk kĂŒpsiseid.
9. PĂ€ev veetsin oma toas, sest sain toidumĂŒrgituse vms ning ei suutnud ĂŒldse liikuda. Kaks tĂŒdrukut peale minu olid veel samas seisus, kuigi 11kesi sĂ”ime tĂ€pselt sama toitu ehk vĂ€ga veider.
10. Viiiiiiiimane pĂ€ev. See oli kohati maailma tagasitulemise pĂ€evana mĂ”eldud, sest pealelĂ”unat sai vaikus lĂ€bi ja saime ka oma asjad tagasi. TEHTUD! KĂŒpsised hakkasid juba kĂ€eulatusse tulema.

Vaatamata minu allaandvale kehale sai vaim vĂ”itu ning suutsin vipassana lĂ”petada. Ma ei kahetse, et ma sinna lĂ€ksin. Ei saa kĂŒll öelda, et need 10 pĂ€eva oleks pildi nĂŒĂŒd selgeks löönud, aga tĂ”esti oli vaja aeg maha vĂ”tta ja oma mĂ”tted korda saada ning minu elus on just praegu  see aeg, kus midagi sellist teha. Samas kohati mulle tundub, et see oli nagu pea ees vĂ€ga sĂŒgavasse vette hĂŒppamine minu jaoks. Vipassanat soovitaks me neile, kes on kas tulised meditatsiooni austajad vĂ”i oma eluga parasjagu tupikus, niisama seda minna proovima tundub minu jaoks vĂ€ga ekstreemne, aga samas inimesed on erinevad. Pikk jutt tuli. Lisan ka pildimaterjali ja kellel on vipassana kohta kĂŒsimusi, siis kĂŒsige julgelt.


My room

Söögituba/ dining room

Meditation hall

Jalutusrada/ walking path


Our vipassana girls


I’ll start this post by explaining why I decided to do smth like this in a first place. I am (or at least trying to be and that’s the advice I always give to others) a person who thinks that when smth is wrong and a person is unhappy with themself, job, lifestyle etc then it needs to be changed. Or at least one should try to make a change, because just complaining and whining about it never makes it better. This time I decided to follow my own advise. For quite a while now I have felt very unmotivated, constantly tired, moody and in general bit confused. Whenever I planned this trip I knew it will be different from the ones from the past. This time I really wanted to take time off and work with myself. Although in my head I was planning some sort of 3-5 days yoga/meditation/chillax camp to think things through. But the more I looked then the more I came across Vipassana. At first it seemed quite scary and a mouthful for me but the more I thought about it then  I realised that if to do smth like this then do it properly.
Vipassana is an old meditation style and it means to see the things as they really are. I heard so much good about it and how it changed people’s lives and decided to give it a go. In my life this is the time to do smth like this if ever. The base course for vipassana is 10 days long and ohhhhh boy they have rules. Everything vipassana and the camp are, is totally opposite from me and my lifestyle. But I think it’s important to step out of the comfortzone every once in a while. Tho on this case the comfortzone was so far I didn’t even see it anymore. I did my vipassana course in Northern India, Rajasthani state, close to Jodhpur.
To start, we had to give away our phones, laptops, cameras, books, notebooks, pens and whatever reminds us the outside world. We were not allowed to do any physical exercise, because focus had to be in mental work. Only exercise we were allowed was calm walking, but from my room, which was at the far end of the complex to another end of the complex was 208 steps, so wasn’t a big place :D The timetable was very strict. We had 3 meals a day. All simple, yet very delicious Indian vegetarian dishes. Tho with very small changes we had the same meals for 11 days on a row. We spent 10 (!!!) hours a day meditating (I’ve spent 40 minutes so long in my life). And the wake up was 4am at night (yes, NIGHT, not morning in my eyes). And the whole time we had to follow the noble silence, meaning that we were not allowed to talk. And in that matter not allowed to use any gestures and were supposed to avoid eye contact as well. Just to feel as isolated as possible. For example during our meals the chairs were facing the wall, so we had our food staring at the wall.
My friends told me I will last for 2 days being silent and even I myself were not sure if I can do the whole thing. But I did it and I am very proud of myself for not quitting. This really is one of the most out of my comfortzone things that I have ever done. Although I have to admit that it was hard. Very hard. And I had a massive battle with myself most of the time. Waking up at 4am or being silent for 10 days were not hard at all. In fact I really enjoyed the silence part and would to another 10 on a top. What was hard was firstly the lack of freedom. Even one of my tattoos means freedom, so lacking it sort of freaked me out. And the second and most hardest part was the meditation. I constantly have like 100 thoughts in my head, so to push them aside and concentrate on breathingg or sensations seemed impossible to me. Especially 10 hours a day. Secondly staying in one position. On the 5th day they asked us to stay absolutely still in one position without opening our eyes during group sessions and omg that’s where the pain started. According to my passport I should be 28, but I surely felt like 78 most of vipassana. Every inch of my body was in ache. I think it was the 4th night when I decided I can’t change my position in every 10 minutes and should pull myself together. I thought that the last sitting before sleep is the shortest, only 30 minutes, so this is the best to start being still. And I was able to do it, although my knees were crying half the time. When the meditation was over I jumped up, excited to go to bed (it was 9pm, but I normally started to look forward sleeping time already at 5pm). As soon as I walked out and saw the first bush infront of the hall, I thought I will just fall into that bush and spend my night over there, because my legs were so dead and I couldn’t move. At the end of the vipassana I was able to sit still one hour straight as well and actually concentrate on the things I was supposed to do... At least most of the time. So I am actually very happy that the improvement in my meditation skills was quite good.
But as I said the battle with myself was quite hard and although we had the exact schedule for each day then they were all still so different from one another.
1. Days was all very new and interesting. I was happy to be there, tho the day seemed to last for a week.
2. Day on the other hand went by very fast since we were already familiar with the timetable.
3. Day was the hardest. The effect of novelty was gone and it seemed like forever until the end. This was the day when I was really batteling not to back my things and leave.
4. Day was okay again and I managed to remind myself why was I there in the first place.
5. Day went by very fast since I got a heavy headache and spent every free second in bed. Somehow meditating was first time manageble for me. Maybe because the pain was so strong and didn’t let any other thoughts in, but I was able to concentrate on right things.
6. Head was still heavy but not sore anymore, but I managed to wake up with a red and sore eye that day. Really started to think that my body is protesting against this whole thing.
7. Day was the most successful. I felt better and actually managed to sit through all group sittings+evening sitting still and almost all the time concentrate on what I was supposed to.
8. Was another down day. I couldn’t sit still at all and really started to miss freedom outside those walls. Also I had a sugar craving that drove me crazy. My biggesst dream during that time was a package of cookies.
9. Day I spent mostly in bed. Had some sort of foodpoisoning or smth like this. Which is weird because only 2 girls got the same thing but 11 of us ate the exact same food from the exact same pots and pans.
10. Last day. This was meant to be as a day to return to the normal world. After lunch we got our belongings back and were able to talk again. DONE!!! (And the cookies seemed more realistic now as well)

Despite my body giving up on me, my mind still got the victory and I finished the vipassana. Even if I think about it now it seems like a jump to a very deep water then I am still happy and proud of myself for finishing it. I can’t say that all the problems got solved within those 10 days doing vipassana, but at least I got the well needed time off to calmly think about things. Above there is are pictures about the camp and if anyone has questions then feel free to ask.

Sri Lanka đŸ‡±đŸ‡°

Kes oleks arvanud, et tĂ€pselt 2 aastat hiljem leian oma tee jĂ€lle Sri Lankale. Mina mitte, aga nii see on. Seekord alustasin oma pĂ”genemist kĂŒlma talve eest 25. jaanuaril ning veetsin Sri Lankal kaks nĂ€dalat. KĂ”igepealt Eesti talvest taastudes ranniku ÀÀres 10 pĂ€eva ja siis 4 trippisin keskel ning tegin Ă€ra asjad, mis eelmine kord jĂ€id tegemata.
Miks ma ĂŒldse Sri Lankale uuesti sattusin on ExtremeTribe. See on nimelt uus ja pĂ”nev asi, mis toob kokku inimesed, kellel on vĂ”imalus tööd teha kust iganes ning soovivad ka vĂ€ikest vĂŒrtsi ekstreemspordi nĂ€ol oma ellu. Seekordne trip oli suunatud surfamisele ning vĂ”ib öelda, et suht edukalt kuna lauale pĂŒsti said kĂ”ik 😊
Veetsime oma aja mĂ”nusas majas Ahangama nimelises kĂŒlakeses ning ookean oli meie casast vaid mĂ”nekĂŒmne meetri kaugusel. Mulle mitte omaselt oli tegelikult vĂ€ga kihvt alustada pĂ€eva koos pĂ€ikesetĂ”usu ja surfilauaga lainetes vĂ”i rannaliival kerget hommikujooksu tehes.
Soovitan kindlasti ExtremeTribe tegevusel sotsiaalmeedias ja kodukal (www.extremetribe.net) silma peal hoida, sest potensiaalselt on need parimad tööpĂ€evad, mis te ette oskate kujutada😊
Mingi hetk saabus padukat trotsides öelda meie casale, tribele ja ookeanile tsau pakaa ning vÔtta ette reis mÀgisemasse piirkonda. Mu kindel soov oli teha Ellast-Kandysse rongireis, mis erinevate allikate kohaselt peaks olema maailma kÔige ilusaim rongisÔit. Ning pettuma ei pidanud. SÔit kestis vist umbes 6 tundi ning valisin varahommikul, pÀikesetÎusuga lahkuva rongi ning tÔesti-WOW!! SÔit helesinises rongis, kus sai istuda ja niisama kÔlkuda uste vahel, sÔites samal ajal lÀbi mÀgede, orgude, metsade ja teeistanduste. Meeletult ilus! Seda tehes oli mul hea meel, et sattusin tagasi Sri Lankale ja seda kogeda sain.
Veetsin 2 ööd Ella nimelisel armsas linnakeses ning ĂŒhe taanlasega rentisime rollu ja trippisime mööda koski, mĂŁgesid, matkasime Little Adam’s peaki otsa ning kĂŒlastasime 9 Arch silda. Edasi pĂ”rutasime 2ks ööks Kandysse, kust tegime ka Sigirya, mis on siis keset metsasid suur kivi. KĂ”lab lambilt, aga tegelt on see vĂ€ga kihvt kui ĂŒksikult ja suurena ja seal puude vahel ilutseb. Kuna see on Sri Lanka ĂŒks populaarsemaid turistikohti, siis rahvast siblis seal korralikult, aga oligi hea, sest me targa peaga alustasime ronimist keskpĂ€eval ja kuuma oli umbes 35 kraadi. Aga taaskord vĂ€ga kihvt pĂ€ev. Kesk Sri Lanka on minu silmis kuidagi nii erinev ranniku omast. Selline tunne nagu oleks hoopis teise riiki sattunud.
Aga ega ma rohkem ei kribagi, kuna mingi jutt Sri Lanka kohta on juba olemas ka 2017. Aastast. Sri Lankat soovitan kindlasti kĂŒlastada, kellel soovi mĂ”nd uut ja eksoolitilist kohta avastada. Seal on ilusad rannad, mĂŁed, imeline toit, odav sihtkoht ja toredad kohalikud.

7am scooter ride to the beach

Ahangama

Little Adam's peak

Ella to Kandy


Sigiriya

Who would have known that almost exactly 2 years after leaving Sri Lanka I will find my way back here. Not me, but deffinitely an awesome place to return. The main reason for Sri Lanka this time was a thing called ExtremeTribe. It is a community that connects people who can do remotely working and also have a passion for extreme sports. The aim of this trip was surfing and safe to say that first of all Sri Lanka is a great place to learn surfing and secondly it was a great success since everyone got up on the boards. We lived in a cute house, which was loccated about 50meters from the ocean and so unlike me, it was an awesome to wake up with the sunrise and spend the early mornings in the waves with the board or jogging on the beach. There will definitely be other trips as well, so keep an eye out on social media for ExtremeTribe and for more information go to www.extremetribe.net
After spending 10 days down at the coast it was time to back my bags and disvover this part of Sri Lanka that I didn’t last time. I really wanted to to the Ella to Kandy trainjourney, which is supposed to be the prettiest trainride in the world and it definitely is worth the title. I took the really early morning train and riding through the hills, valleys, forests and teaplantations while the sun was still getting high up was just incredible. Also in Sri Lanka the trains are open so half the time we were sitting on the doorstep feet hanging out. Amazing! In Ella we stayed for 2 nights and also did the Little Adam’s peak hike, waterfalls and the famous 9 Arch bridge. After the trainjourney we spent 2 nights in Kandy as well where we did the Sigiriya rock, which is a random big rock in the middle of forest, but very cool. Since Sigiriya is one of the most famous tourist sights in Sri Lanka then there were loads of people and going up was quite slow, but probably it was for the best since we started to climb in the midday so it was like 35 degrees outside.
All and all I would say that Sri Lanka is an amazing place and I would definitely recommend to visit it. If time I would try to to both-the beauuuuutiful coastline with the amazing beaches as well as the mountanious central part since they seem like 2 different countries.


Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Morocco đŸ‡Č🇩


Clearly I am a ridiculosuly slow when it comes to writing my blog. On the 8th of May I finally pulled myself together to write about my trip to Morocco, which was in January. To be honest I have been crazy busy with school and my final thesis and stressing out about it, so the time since January is like a big blur to me anyways. But finally spring is here, sun is out and time to remind the last time I was in a hot weather.
Trip to Morocco was very random, another country that has never been on my list of countries I definitely want to go, but somehow ended up there. Main reason I chose Morocco was the weather. Even in January it feels like a proper summer and since I wasn’t able to get more than a week off, then there was no point to fly somewhere very far. But sun was needed, Morocco is still relatively close and flights were quite cheap.
First I was in Rabat, which is the capital of Morocco, for few days and to be honest I did freaked out a little bit, because no one spoke english and it had hardly any other tourists there. Probably because it was the low season, but I still felt like I am the odd one out, while I was walking around. (Btw fun fact that I didn’t know before, then although the official language is arabic, then french is widely spoken out there)

Rabat has a lovely coastline and is a quite known destination amongst surfers, so it was lovely to walk down there, listen to locals play music, play football and just breath in the tropical air. All and all there is not much to do in Rabat, as I mentioned it is not very touristy, but that is actually why I am happy that I went there and would recommend it to others as well, because it is much better to see the true local life in such places, rather than in places that only focus on tourism.



After two nights there it was time for a half a day train journey to Marrakech, which is one of the most known places in Morocco and the whole vibe was totally different. It felt like being back in a western country, where everyone speaks english, lots of international shops and food places around etc. Marrakech has many palaces, massive market, gardens and in general if I could choose I would definitely pick Marrakech to go to.





What I did like about Morocco is that as mentioned the weather was already amazing, like European summer, in January, but since the cultural differences, I wasn’t able to enjoy it, because it is polite to cover yourself in public and in 25 C heat I was wearing a long skirt and a scarf around my shoulders, when my normal me was crying inside, because I wanted to wear shorts and a tanktop. Although in Marrakech I did saw people with t-shirts and knee-lenght shorts, but I think it is important to respect the country and it’s culture when travelling around, so I chose sweating underneath my scarf instead.

Another thing I liked was the food- all those tagines and cous-cous, which were available everywhere. One of my favourite thing when travelling around is to try typical food in each country and I definitely approve Moroccoan food and sweets. What was a surprise then althought Marrakech is very touristy, then alcohol is not available almost anywhere. We spotted one restaurant that served it, but the price was ridiculous, way more expensive than in a bar in Estonia for example.

Cous-cous meal

Serving Moroccoan tea in Rabat
Thirdly I liked the culture. I could feel it straight away how much culture this country has and it was so different from places I have visited recently.
What I didn’t like about Morocco was that you always have to haggle about the price and I suck at this. Secondly felt very exhausting, we stayed in a riad (Moroccoan typical house, with an open courtyard) and it was in the middle of the markets, so to get to our riad, we always had to walk through the market and BOY it was massive and exhausting. For the locals we just looked like to walking dirham bills (currency there).
Thirdly we had few occasions when what we ordered was not what showed up. Firstly it happened in Rabat when I ordered vegetarian tagine, and infront of me was placed a minced meat tagine. And secondly in Marrakech market, there are pop up restaurants, which are numbered (avoid them!!) when we ordered one cous-cous and one tagine and the guy asked if we wanted fries or salad as well, although we said no, then all of this, including with untasty bread was placed infront of us and we were charged for it later. So in Morocco you can order whatever you want, but you get what they want you to eat :D
And finally, SNAKES!!!! In the markets there are several spots, where local guys play flute or smth and then there are bunch of cobras and other snakes chilling around them, FREELY, without a gate or anything. I still have nightmares about that creepy flute music, knowing there are snakes in the same area with me. One guy started to approach me with one, thinking I want to take a photo or smth. I didn’t see it myself, but one moment my friend was poking me and I almost had an heart attack. Fastest I have ran in years.

All and all I do recommend Morocco and although I didn’t had enough time to explore the country not even near as much as it should be explored, then I think I did get a quite good idea what it is all about and although I am not going to rush back any time in a near future, because my logic is that the world is wide and I want to see everything, then this is definitely a good spot to experience something new and enjoy the sunshine.



Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Spain đŸ‡Ș🇾

Finally, over two months later, it is time to write down my adventures in Spain. This post will come only in english, since the estonian one is mostly for my mom, but she was in that trip anyways and to be honest then I already thought I will not write anything about Spain... but here it is.
Why Spain? Because my amazing cousin Kaidi decided to get married in Spain. I don't even know why, but Spain did not attract me at all. I knew it was there, one of the most popular holiday destinations amongst europeans, but somehow I always looked past it when planning my trips, but I was still very excited when Kaidi told me where the wedding is going to take place.
What was supposed to be a week in Spain for Kaidi's wedding turned out to be a 3.5 week long trip for me. I can't remember who, but one of my friend said that I just don't know how to take a regular week or 2week holiday like normal people and I think it is so true :D
We started our trip early morning on the 14th of September from Tallinn to Malaga with quite a long stop over in Brussels, where we spent a day walking around the city. The wedding took place in Nerja, which is about 50km from Malaga and by the time we finally got to our accommodation, we had been on the road for 18 hours and this time I wasn't alone listening to my music all the time. This time my mom, uncle, uncle's woman and Kadi were also with me, so in my mind it was a rather large group to get to the destination and safe to say that after those 18 hours arriving at 1am my nerves were ditching me already :D
Nerja

Thankfully next morning the sun was shining, Spain seemed awesome and I was happy :) The wedding itself was on the 17th of September and all I can say about it is "WOW". It is hard to take my breath away, but when Kaidi walked in, I was out of breath, she looked gorgeous x100. The whole wedding was just amazing and I am beyond happy for the two lovebirds.
Reio & Kaidi

 ❤

With my brother
While in Nerja, we also had a day trip to Malaga, visited Kings Path (Camino del Rey) and Nerja Caves. The week went by very fast, including way too many sangrias and crazy amount of seafood paella.
La Familia

Mom

Camino del Rey

Camino del Rey

Post wedding pool party

On the 21st of September it was time to send my family back to Estonia, I stayed another night in the villa with Kaidi and the day after I sat alone in the bus on my way to Malaga for one night to start my little trip alone. It was so weird, because sitting in that bus I somehow felt so out of comfort zone and in a long time I was a bit afraid to go somewhere alone. Maybe because this week was so full of people and there was hardly any time to be alone and now I was in the same place but alone. Even the whole evening in Malaga I felt a bit out of my comfort zone but then I did a pub crawl and was back in my backpacking zone.
The next day, being wrecked as, I took an 8 hour bus to Alicante. Honestly,  I have no glue why I felt so obsessed that I have to go to Alicante, since I didn't know much about it, but randomly I chose this place to go and now I am beyond happy I did :) Alicante is awesome, with bright blue skies, sunshine, nice beaches, amazing party and a town, that has everything but is not too big. I stayed there for three nights and my favourite night of the whole trip happened in Alicante as well, when we went to the beach with a group of around 8 people, listened to guitar, sang and had drinks there. It was end of September and sitting there in shorts, listening to the waves and watching stars- perfection!
Alicante

X Hostel

After 3 nights I went to Valencia and stayed there for two nights, but after sunny Alicante Valencia seemed just another big city to me. I mean it was also nice, but I have no crazy emotions about it. Despite the fact I stayed alive. I still don't know what happened, but one afternoon my health went from okay to very bad in just few minutes. All of a sudden I was lying on a bathroom floor, couldn't move myself, breath or even say anything. Thankfully Georgie came look for me and got me medicine and water, so an hour later I could at least stand up to go to bed, but honestly I don't think I have even felt so fucked up in my life before, and seriously no idea why it happened.
Valencia

After Valencia I made my way up to Barcelona for almost a week and I have mixed feelings about Barcelona.I do like so many things about it. Cute little narrow streets in the gothic quater, nice cathredals, pretty beach and so much to do, but somehow I wouldn't hurry to return there. Maybe because a week over there was enough but propably because the day I left Barcelona I was proper pissed off and I think that might have put me off a little bit.
But as said then there are many things to do there. We went to GĂŒell park, mount Tibitabo, markets, beach, walked through the old town, had sooo much seafood and churros.
La Sagrada Familia

Mount Tibidabo

On the 3rd of October I was supposed to fly back to Estonia, but because of the Catalonian protests I missed my flight, because the protesters were literally in the middle of a highway and there was a huuuuuge traffic jam. Safe to say I was beyond pissed off, since in my head I was going to sleep in my own bed that night. When I finally got to Girona (where my flight was supposed to take off) and saw I missed it by half an hour, I just sat down and thought "what now?". The flighst any direction towards Estonia were so expensive, I really didn't wanna stay in Barcelona any longer, so in my head I had to turn the bad situation good again and take it as extra days for my holiday. I decided to go back to Alicante and stayed there for another 4 days. Let's say that Spain is not the worst place to be trapped at and it all worked out fine, because I had an amazing time in Alicante.
Alicante


When before I had no emotions about Spain, then now I absolutely love it and can't wait to go back. Amazing food (especially seafood), very cheap drinks ( 1 bottle of wine is 1 euro...#mindblown), nice weather and friendly people. I am beyond happy that I took more time off to explore this beautiful country and once again met so many awesome people during this trip, who will definitely stay in my heart for a long time :)
Nerja

Alicante

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Thursday, July 13, 2017

Itaalia+ kokkuvĂ”te/ Italy+sum up 🇼đŸ‡č

Itaalia tuli meie listi tĂ€iesti lampi. Algusest peale oli meie sihtkohaks Horvaatia ning plaan oli minna hÀÀlega, aga tagasi tulla lennates, et sÀÀsta aega ning selle vĂ”rra teel sinna nĂ€ha ja teha rohkem. Paraku olid lennud Horvaatiast utoopilise hinnaga ning hakkasime otsima odavamaid pileteid ka kĂ”rval riikidest. LĂ”puks leidsime suht ok hinnaga lennud Veneetsiast. Reisi viimased pĂ€evad olid ka ainsad, mis meil olid ette organiseeritud. Kuna ei tahtnud lennust maha jÀÀda, aga hÀÀletamisega ei saa kunagi kindel olla, siis broneerisime meie viimasest sihtkohast Horvaatias, Pulast, bussi Triestesse ja sealt rongi Veneetsiasse. Triestes sai ka paar tundi alguses aega surnuks löödud kuniks tuli Veneetsia kord kĂ€tte ning oppppaaaa kus seal oli alles turiste. Rongijaamast vĂ€ljudes tekkis hetkel kerge klaustrofoobia, kuna inimesi sigis ja sagis igal pool meeletult ringi. Kuna Veneetsia on vĂ€ga kallis linn ning esmalt Eestis uurides lĂ”id majutuse hinnad meil jalad alt, siis bookisime linna serval asuvas kĂ€mpinguplatsil omale kĂ€mpa. Kuna Annika oli haigeks jÀÀnud, siis trippisin ĂŒksinda linnapeal ringi ning wowww kui ilus linn see on. Muidugi suutsin ma 75 korda seal Ă€ra eksida, sest vĂ€ga paljud tĂ€navad on tupiktĂ€navad ning mĂ”nes kohas on sildade vahe pĂ€ris pikk, et kanaleid saaks ĂŒletada. Mis mulle Veneetsia puhul vĂ€ga meeldis oli see, et ta suutis mind ĂŒllatada, sest ta oli midagi tĂ€iesti uut ja teistsugust, kui ma varem nĂ€inud olen.
Ning oligi kĂ€tte jĂ”udnud 3. Juuli ehk meie tripi viimane pĂ€ev. PĂ€ike paistis, Annika oli tervemaks saanud ning tuju oli hea. Tegime veel linnapeal paar tiiru, sĂ”ime (ikka pitsat, pastat ja gelatot 😃 ) ning seadsime sammud tagasi kĂ€mpinguplatsile, haarasime oma kotid ning asusime lennujaama poole teele.
Lend Tallinnasse toimus lĂ€bi Riia ning kui me Riias lennukist vĂ€ljusime, lĂŒhikeste pĂŒkste ja t-sĂ€rkidega, siis isegi lennujaama töötajad vaatasid veidrate nĂ€gudega otsa, sest ĂŒlejÀÀnud lennujaam oli jopedes ja pikkades pĂŒkstes ning temperatuur oli vĂ€ga erinev Itaalia omast.

Tripi kokkuvĂ”tet on raske teha, sest see reis oli midagi niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii teistsugust ja erilist, et seda emotsiooni ei pane ma mitte mingi valemiga siia kirja. Minu jaoks oli hÀÀlega lĂ€bi Euroopa tripp tĂ€ielik unistuse tĂ€itumine, mitte soovi vaid justnimelt unistuse. Ning ĂŒksi Veneetsias ringi komberades mĂ”tlesin ma, et tegelikult ei saa tihti öelda, et unistus lĂ€ks tĂ€ide ning eriti kuna ma olin oma peas selle juba maha matnud, mĂ”eldes, et kunagi kui ma oma lastele reisidest rÀÀgin, siis mingi kripeldus jÀÀb sĂŒdamesse alati, sest SEE reis jĂ€i tegemata. NĂŒĂŒd aga seda kripeldust ei ole ning hetkel on sĂŒdames nii palju rÔÔmu selle kohapealt.
Samuti oli see reis kĂ”ige vĂ€sitavam ĂŒldse. Hea meelega oleks veel kaks nĂ€dalat vabaks vĂ”tnud ja lihtsalt maganud. Need konstantsed asukoha, kultuuri ja keele vahetused, pikad pĂ€evad veetes tee ÀÀres ning erinevates autodes korrates sama juttu ning jĂ”udes Ă”htu pimedas rampvĂ€sinuna kuskile kohale, jĂ€tsid oma jĂ€lje ning tervis andis juba vaikselt tunda, et peaks korra paikseks jÀÀma ning nagu mainitud, siis voodi oli vĂ€ga oodatud asi. Kuid siiski on mul reisi suhtes null kahetsust, kuigi see oli vĂ€ga vĂ€sitav, siis on mul supper hea meel, et me ikkagi olime vĂ€ga aktiivsed, tegime ja nĂ€gime palju ja ida-Euroopa sai minu jaoks tĂ€iesti uue tĂ€henduse. Pole sĂ”nu kirjeldamaks, kui ilusaid kohti me nĂ€gime ning iga kell lĂ€heks teeks uue tripi mĂ”nda neist kohtadest, mida kĂŒlastasime. Lemmikuks jĂ€i mul lĂ”puni Ljubljana ning Sloveeniat tahaks avastada palju rohkem, kui me seekord tegime.

Ning samuti poleks see tripp olnud see sama ilma minu kalli Annikata, kellega meil oli tĂ€iesti sama vaade ja visioon sellest reisist terve 3 nĂ€dala vĂ€ltel. Lugematul korral juhtus nii, et ma oma peas mĂ”tlesin midagi ja samal ajal ĂŒtles Annika selle sama asja vĂ€lja. Esines ka lugematul korral plĂ”ksimisi, kuid Ă”nneks saime ĂŒpriski kiiresti aru, et mind ei tasu torkida kui ma olen vĂ€sinud ning Annikat, kui ta on nĂ€ljane, neil hetkeil on mĂ”ttekam lihtsalt vaikides kĂ”rvuti kĂ”ndida 😃
Mult on palju kĂŒsitud, kas me kartsime ka. Vastus on, et ei kartnud,kaks naiivitari nagu me oleme ja arvame, et inimesed on head ja toredad. Õnneks see reis sai see kĂ”ik ainult kinnitust. Kui me ĂŒletasime Eesti-LĂ€ti piiri, siis korra kĂ€is sĂŒdamest jĂ”nks lĂ€bi, et okouuu, siin me nĂŒĂŒd oleme ning hea ja kodune Eesti on selja taga ja ees on 3 nĂ€dalat tĂ€ielikku teadmatust, kuid see tunne kestis vaid sekundi ning edaspidi valdas mind vaid pĂ”nevus ning ootusĂ€revus, et mida uus pĂ€ev endaga kaasa toob.
Selleks korraks siis lĂ€heb blogi vĂ€ikesele puhkusele, Ă”nneks ainult vĂ€ikesele seekord 😊












Our plan wasn’t to go to Italy at all, since as I mentioned then Croatia was supposed to be our last destination. But from the start we had a plan to hitchhike there and fly back to be able to spend more time in the countries we went to. But happened that all the flights from Croatia were so expensive and the cheapest we were able to find back to Tallinn were from Venice. Last two days of our trip were the only ones we actually planned. We didn’t want to miss our flights and the idea to spend few days in Italy wasn’t too bad either, so we decided to book a bus from Pula (our last destination in Croatia) to Trieste and then train from there to Venice. We also had few hours to kill in Trieste and then we arrived to Venice and omg how busy that place was. While exiting the railway station I got claustrophobia, the hordes of tourists was insane. Since Venice is very expensive city and looking the accommodation prices we were shocked, so we booked a cabin in a camping site just on the edge of the city.  Annika was bit ill, so I strolled around Venice by myself on the first night, got lost like 75 times, but was so amazed by the beauty of the city. It is something totally different from any place I ever been to and I loved how it surprised me.
Next day was the 3rd of July, so our last day had arrived. Annika felt better, sun was shining and we were happy 😊 We went back to the city, walked around for hours, ate pizza, pasta and gelato (how clichĂ© huh 😃 ) And in the evening we grabbed our bags and made our way to the airport, said good bye to the heath, sunshine and our amazing trip.

It is hard to sum up this one, since I am not going to pass on the emotion anyways. It was something totally different and SOO AMAZING. To me hitchhiking through Europe was actually a dream come true, not just a wish but DREAM and when I was walking around Venice by myself I thought that not too many people can say their dreams come true, but I am happy I made one of mine to happen.
This trip was also the most exhausting one I have ever had. The constant moving around, new countries, languages, cultures, standing on the road and being in different vehicles for full days and finally arriving to hostels late at night was very exhausting and at the end of the trip even our bodies showed us, that we need to take it easy, since I had no voice and was walking around like a zombie, while Annika had fever. But all that said, I have no regrets and I am very happy that we did and saw as much as we did. My favorite spot in this trip is still Ljubljana, I don’t even know why, but that was the only place I was sad to leave and I would love to go back one day and explore Slovenia even more.
In general I have no words to describe how much eastern Europe surprised and amazed me. I had no idea or expectations about this area and it quickly won my heart. I am beyond happy I live in such a cool part of the world, where everything is on our doorstep.
And of course this trip would have not been what it was without my Annika. It is crazy how we were exactly in the same level with this whole trip and so often I was thinking something and 2 seconds later she said the same thing out loud. Crazy. Although we were picking on each other as well, then we quickly realized that I should be left alone when I am tired and she should be in peace when she is hungry and in these cases it was in everyone’s best interest when we just walked in silence next to each other 😃
I have been asked many times if I was afraid, but the answer is no. Two naĂŻve girls as we are, we are thinking that people are nice and this trip definitely assured this to us. Only moment when my heart sank for a second was when we crossed Estonian-Latvian border and safe sweet home was behind us and 3 weeks of unknown was ahead of us, but it only happened for a second and after that I was excited and was looking forward of what every new day brings us.

It is time to send my blog for another short holiday, this time very short thankfully, since adventures in Spain are only 2 months away.

Europe, you have been amazing!💙

Thursday, July 6, 2017

Horvaatia/ Croatia đŸ‡­đŸ‡·

Meie pĂ€ev Horvaatiasse hÀÀletades osutus ĂŒheks vĂ€ga joppamise, kuid samas ka palju jamaga pĂ€evaks
Siiani tagasimÔeldes tundub nagu too 25.juuni oleks kestnud terve nÀdala. NÀrvikÔdi jagus ja see hostelisse saabumine oli eriti magus.
Nimelt pĂ€ev algas siis meie Sloveenia raadio seiklustega, lĂ”putu ootamise ja eraldi rekkatega. Nagu eelmise postituse lĂ”pus mainisin, siis just enne Horvaatia piiri vĂ”ttis meid ĂŒks naine peale, kes taaskord ei rÀÀkind sĂ”nagi inglise keelt, Ă”nneks rÀÀkis ta puhtalt saksa keelt, et suheldud me saime. Naljatilk oli ta ka kĂŒsides politseilt tollis, et kus meil oleks hea koht Zadari poole hÀÀletada. Me Annikaga vahetasime pilke, et mis ta teeb nalja vĂ”i? Tahab meile kohe trahvid kaela saada. Igatahes oli ta vĂ€ga tore, kuigi hakkas oma abieluprobleeme kurtma peale seda kui me olime 10min autos istunud aga hea kĂŒll, sĂ”idu eest vĂ”in ma veidi aega ka psĂŒhholoogi mĂ€ngida. Ütlesime talle mitu korda, et meie esimeseks sihtkohakss Horvaatias on Zadari nimeline linnake lĂ”unapool ning nĂ€itasin mapsist kohta kus me maha peaks minema. Sinna ristmikule jĂ”udes ta ĂŒtles, et seal on liiga ohtlik ning pole bensukat ja sĂ”itis edasi. Mul oli, et suva see bensukas, meil on vaja maha saada, ta aga hakkas paanitsema, et me ei saa seal hÀÀletada (ilmselgelt ei tea ta kui sihikindlad me omadega oleme) ja kuna vihma hakkas ka sadama, siis sĂ”itis ta edasi. Mingi hetk me juba ei teadnud kas nutta vĂ”i naerda, sest me olime pĂ€ris pikalt sĂ”itnud kiirteel tĂ€iesti teises suunas ning no way, et me oleks Ă”igele ristmikule tagasi saanud kĂ”ndida. Peale 20 minutilist sĂ”itu tuli vĂ€ike kĂ”rvaltee ja ma juba suht kurjalt ĂŒtlesin, et meil on vaja kohe maha minna, sest me liigume vastassuunas. Ta ise oli ka veits ehmunud, et nii valesti lĂ€ks ja vabandas, aga no elu lĂ€heb edasi, meil oli lihtsalt vaja Ă”igesse suunda saada. LĂ€ksime siis maha taaskord keset kiirteed, padukat sadas ning mĂ”tlesime, et hea kĂŒll lĂ€hme ĂŒle tee ja siis hÀÀletame oma ristini tagasi. Esimene probleem ilmnes teed ĂŒletades. Nimelt oli liiklus tagasi tĂ€iesti kreisi ning vahepeal oli tunne, et jÀÀmegi kahe kiirtee vahel olevale muruplatsile ööbima, Ă”nneks peale mĂ”nda minutit saime ikka ĂŒle tee, olles lĂ€bimĂ€rjad ning vĂ€ga ausalt öeldes oli supper kopp ees sellest pĂ€evast juba. Õnneks jĂ€i rekka suht kohe seisma ning sees olid kaks vĂ€ga toredat horvaatia tĂŒĂŒpi, kellega saime 100km kaugusele Zadarist. KĂ”ht oli vÀÀÀga tĂŒhi selleks hetkeks ning tegime bensukas söögipausi. Sealt saime oma fun tuju tagasi ning loivasime juba oma lamekate saatel tee ÀÀrde tagasi, mĂ”eldes, et oleme ainult 100km oma kohast. AGA nagu mainitud, siis see pĂ€ev ei olnud pĂ€ris meie pĂ€ev ning me seisime ja seisime ja seisime ja esimest korda reisi jooksul oli tunne, et me ei jĂ”ua vist oma sihtkohta ning peame öö seal samas bensukas veetma. LĂ”puks pĂ€rast vĂ€ga pikka ootamist jĂ€i ĂŒks minivan seisma ja need inimesed seal oli lihtsalt supppppppper toredad. Terve tee chattisime Horvaatia kohta ja saime palju soovitusi. A la 10 min peale autole saamist oli tĂ€iesti kottpime ning tekkis suur torm. Vihma peksis jubedalt ja Ă€ikest lĂ”i nii et taevas oli valge. Annikaga sosistasime vist 8x sĂ”idu jooksul, et meil ikka nii joppas selle autoga ja et ei pidanud selle tormiga tee ÀÀres olema. Nad tegelikud sĂ”itsid Spliti ja pidid meid linna ÀÀres maha panema, aga hakkas vist kahju ja viisid hosteli ette Ă€ra. LĂ”pp hea kĂ”ik hea, aga ausalt see pĂ€ev mis algas öösel ĂŒksi lĂ€bi Ljubljana pipragaas kĂ€es koju kĂ”ndides ja lĂ”ppes seal minibussis Ă€iksetormi ajal istudes oli ikka vÀÀÀÀga pikk.
Aga meie esimene sihtkoht ehk Zadar on pisike linnake vĂ€ga armas. Olime seal 2 ööd megamĂ”nusas hostelis, kĂ€isime ujumas (vesi on seal niiiii ilus sinine ja saab igalt poolt sisse hĂŒpata, aga liivarandu pole, et suht kivide peal on pĂ€evitamine) jalutasime linnapeal ringi ja lihtsalt olime, sest ausalt öeldes, siis meie jaanipĂ€eva tĂ€histamised Sloveenias vĂ€sitasid suht Ă€ra ning energiavarud olid otsakorral.
Peale kahte tsillipĂ€eva seadsime end Spliti poole teele. Seda kohta saime soovituseks igalt poolt, kui Horvaatiat mainisime. Ka sinna jĂ€ime kaheks ööks ning OI kui ilus linn see on. Ma arvan, et ma olen tee leidmisega pĂ€ris osav aga seal ei leidnud ma meie vanalinna hostelit ka peale 2.pĂ€eva ĂŒles. Lihtsalt nii palju pisikesi tĂ€navaid, osad tupikud ka veel ning kĂ”ik nii sarnased
 Aga ausalt vĂ€ga, vĂ€ga ilus linn. Split on tuntud ka peosihtkohana ning ka meie otsustasime mĂ”lemad pĂ€evad kohalikku ööelu uurida. Taaskord sai tantsitud varavalgeni ning tutvutud lahedate inimestega. Teisel ööl tutvusin ĂŒhe aussi koomikuga ja pole ammu nii palju naernud, et mu pĂ”sed olid valusad. 
Teise pĂ€eva hommikul tahtsime olla kultuursed ning taaskord ĂŒle 30 kraadise kuumaga mĂ”tlesime minna ĂŒhe kĂŒnka otsa linnavaadet nautima, sealt aga lĂ€ks vĂ€ike teeke ning mĂ”tlesime, et lĂ€hme siis ringiga alla. Kaarti me ei hakanud vaatama eelnevalt kuna aega meil ju oli. “VĂ€ike teeke” osutus aga 9km ringiks ning see kuumus ka kergelt tappis.
JĂ€rgmine hommik Ă€rkasime vara ning seadsime sammud praami poole, sest meie jĂ€rgmiseks sihtkohaks oli Hvar, mis on pisike saareke 1-2 h (olenevalt transpordist) Splitist. Kuna kĂ€tte oli jĂ”udnud 29. Juuni, siis vaatamata faktile, et meil kohe ĂŒldse ei olnud energiat ega suurt peotuju, ajasime ilusad riided selga ja vedasime end linna. Annika, vĂ€ike krutski, mĂ”tles, et jube Ă€ge oleks terve tĂ€nava tĂ€helepanu mulle tĂ”mmata. Nimelt asusime ĂŒhel pisikesel kitsal tĂ€naval, kus baarid asusid mĂ”lemal pool. Enne sĂŒdaööd hakkas ta ringi kĂ€ima ja mulle laulukoori otsima ning kui kell lĂ”i 00, hakkas terve see vÔÔraid tĂ€is tĂ€nav ĂŒhtĂ€kki mulle sĂŒnnipĂ€evalaulu laulma, siis tĂ”steti mind kellegi Ă”lgadele, ulatati mojito ning sĂ€rakĂŒĂŒnlad. Alguses ma tahtsin sealt tĂ€navalt pĂ”geneda, aga tegelt oli see ikka suppppppper Ă€ge algus 27.ks 😊

Ka 30.juuni möödus vĂ€ga tsillilt ja hĂ€sti. LĂ€ksime paadiga Palmizana saarele, pĂ€evitasime ja tsillisime seal, hostelisse jĂ”udes tegime korraliku junki Ă”htusöögi ning lĂ€ksime pubirallile, aga seekord paadiga. Ehk tsillasime paadiga ĂŒle tunni mere peal, kus oli tasuta jook, lĂ€ksime korra Hvari ĂŒhte baari, aga meile seal ei meeldinud ning otsisime selleks ajaks endale uue seltskonna, lĂ€ksime paadile tagasi ja siis sĂ”itsime Carpe Diem nimelisse kluppi, mis asub pisikesel saarel, kus peale selle vabaĂ”hu klubi ei olegi mitte midagi muud.
ÜhesĂ”naga sĂŒnnipĂ€ev oli supppper tore, pĂ€ikseline, soe ja kindlasti meeldejÀÀv.
JĂ€rgmine pĂ€ev oli motivatsiooni suur null, aga meid ootas ees tripp Pulasse, vĂ€ikesesse linna pĂ”hja Horvaatias. Ja ka see pĂ€ev kestis nagu nĂ€dala. KĂ”igepealt meil oli suuri raskusi, et ĂŒldse Splitist (kuhu me pidime Hvarilt kĂ”igepealt tagasi minema) vĂ€lja saada, mingi hetk olime jĂ€lle kiirteel, kust saime suure joppamisega ĂŒhe mehe peale, kes tahtis meile rannikuvaateid nĂ€idata ja minna mööda vĂ€ikseid kÀÀnulisi teid, mitte vĂ€ga hea idee, sest mul seal taga istudes kĂŒll hea neid vaateid nautida polnud, pigem oli sĂŒda paha terve tee. Aga Rijeka juurde me kohale temaga saime ning minna oli vaid 96km ehk mott oli laes, vĂ”tsime burksid, vantsisime rÔÔmsalt tee ÀÀrde ja sinna me jĂ€imegi, kuskil 45ks minutiks, mille jooksul oli pĂ€ike jĂ”udnud loojuda ning hakkas hĂ€marduma. Meie naljad asendusid ĂŒpris kiiresti vaikusega, ning kuna Pula oli esimene koht, kus meil oli vaja aja peale kohal olla siis olukord kiskus kriitiliseks. LĂ”puks jĂ€i ĂŒks auto seisma ning kui terve reis oli meil autode ja juhtidega ikka vĂ€ga nĂ€kanud, siis mitte seekord. Omavahel tegime veel nalja, et milline au jĂ€rgmisele autole osaks saab, et nad on meie hÀÀletustripi viimane auto, aga pigem oli see viimane ots pĂ€rit hoiatavatest lugudest, miks mitte hÀÀletada. 99l juhul 100st oleksime me sellisele autole “ei” öelnud, aga kahjuks oli see 1x 100st kĂ€es, kus vĂ€ljas oli hĂ€mar, me olime seisnud seal juba pikka aega ning oli vaja kiiresti kohale jĂ”uda.
Auto oli pann, supper pann. Kui nad seisma jĂ€id ei olnud taga istmeidki, mingi katkine autouks oli pagassis, turvavööd ei töödanud, auto oli supppper rĂ€pane, juhid suitsetasid kordamööda non-stop, et meil juba jĂ€lle sĂŒda pahaks lĂ€ks. Juhtimisoskus oli null, igakord kui juht pead pööras siis auto kaldus kĂ”rvale, sĂ”idu kiirus selle panniga oli 90 alas 140km/h. Juhid ise olid ka vĂ€ga veidrad. Annika sosistas mingi hetk, et ta pipragaasi igaks juhuks kĂ€tte vĂ”tab. Hea idee, mĂ”tlesin sama teha, siis meenus, et suurte joppamiste peale oli mu valvsus, mida me enne trippi kokku leppisime, tĂ€iesti hajunud ning pipragaas asus meigikotis, mis asus seljakotis kuskil. Hea kĂŒll, hakkasin seda gaasi sealt vĂ€lja kaevama.Siis mĂ”tlen, et aga kui midagi siin peaks nihu minema ja peaks jooksma, siis mul on varbavaheplĂ€tud, nendega ma kaugele kĂŒll ei jookse. Tenkusid ma enam kaevama ei hakanud, jĂ€in lootma adrenaliinilaksule kui miskit peaks juhtuma. Ning kĂ”igele lisaks sai poole tee peal mu telefoni aku tĂ€iesti tĂŒhjaks ja telefon viskas pildi tasku. Annikal oli akut 3%. VĂ€ljas oli pime, tĂŒĂŒbid ja see sĂ”itmine muutus jĂ€rjest kahtlasemaks, eriti kui nad pöörasid enne peateed Ă€ra. Inglise keelt nad ei rÀÀkind, kĂ”rvalistuja saksa keeles purssis miskit ja siis temaga ma veits suhtlesin, proovides ise maailmarahuna nĂ€ida, kuigi pulss oli laes ja never ever pole ma nii hullult kilomeetreid lugenud. Ta ĂŒtles, et teevad shortcuti. Telefon oli tĂŒhi, kontrollida ei saanud, jĂ€in teemĂ€rke ootama. Õnneks viisid nad meid ikka Pulasse, kuhu jĂ”udsime ikka ĂŒhes tĂŒkis. Kohale jĂ”udes tuli vĂ€lja, et tagauks kĂ€ib ainult vĂ€ljaspoolt lahti ka. Ütleme nii, et pĂ€ris pingeline sĂ”it oli see viimane meil. Taavi ĂŒtles sellepeale, hea, et esimene auto selline ei olnud, muidu oleks kohe alguses moti Ă€ra kaotanud. Ja oligi aeg veeta meie viimane öö Horvaatis, vĂ€ga supper sihtkoht. Mul jĂ€tkub ainult hĂ€id sĂ”nu, kuigi hinnatase on suht kallis ning hÀÀletama ma sinna enam ei lĂ€heks, vĂ€hemalt meie jaoks osutus Horvaatias autole saamine kordades raskemaks ja pikemaks, kui kuskil mujal.
Ma ei mĂ€letagi, miks me just Horvaaatis oma hÀÀletamise lĂ”ppkohaks valisime, aga mul on hea meel, et me seda tegime ja et ma sain oma sĂŒnnipĂ€eva nii meeldejÀÀvalt tĂ€histada. ( siinkohal ka SUUUUURED TÄNUD KÕIGILE ÕNNESOOVIJATELE!!!vĂ€ga armas, et meeles pidasite ja head soovid teele saatsite 😊 )
Plaane tegime me ĂŒmber pĂ€ris palju, sest esialgu pidine veetma Horvaatias vaid 3 ööd ja pĂ”hjas, kuid lĂ”petasime 7 ööga ja lĂ”unas. Kindlasti tahaks sinna tagasi minna ja veel rohkem avastada, aga hetkel tunnen, et tegime ja nĂ€gime ka selle nĂ€dalaga vĂ€ga palju.









Leaving for Croatia was one of the longest days and seemed like this 25th of June had lasted for a week. We were lucky at the end, but throughout the whole day we had quite a bit of challenges. As I mentioned at the end of my last post then after the trucks dropped us of in the petrol station and a woman stopped to took us over the border, she started to ask the police, if they know any good spots in direction Zadar, where she can drop us off and we can hitchhike from. Our faces were pale, thinking if she wants us to get fined straight away or smth, we just heard we can get 300 euros fine and now she asks an officer for an advise. Joke! Thankfully they did not care much. This woman was very friendly, but spoke no English at all. Thankfully her german was very good, so we could communicate easily, but after 10 minutes sitting in a car, she started to talk about her marriage problems. My german is quite good, but my vocabulary in marriage problems, is hardly excisting, so I tried to lead the conversation to anything else at all quite fast. When we reached to point, where we had to go to another direction I told her in advance that in 20km, we have to go right, so whenever she can, we would go out. But she was a worrying mother and since there was no petrol station she kept driving. I said it doesn’t matter, we can hitchhike on an highway as well and we have done that quite a lot, but she still said it is not safe and kept driving while we missed the turn. Then it started to rain as well and she kept driving. We saw that there is no way we can walk back to that road so we looked at the maps and about 20km further we saw a little road and asked her to stop. She still wanted to drive on, but I already said it with a higher voice, that we have gone to the totally wrong direction and we need to get out NOW, it doesn’t matter the rain or the highway, we are just moving the wrong way at the moment. She was bit freaked out herself as well, that she took us to the wrong way, but it doesn’t matter, we just needed to go back. When we got out of the car it was pissing down rain and we quickly realized that the fastest way to get to the right road is to go on the other side of the road and hitchhike back, BUT the traffic was crazy, so for a good while we were stuck in the grass area between the two highways in rain. We were just not able to cross the road. Finally, when we managed to do it, quite quickly a truck with already two guys inside stopped and they took us 100km away from Zadar. We were so happy that they saved us from the highway and rain, and since we had no food that day we made a stop in a petrol station. Walking out we were very optimistic and made our lame jokes when we got back to the road, but we stood there forever. I think we were there around 45 minutes and no one stopped. That was the first time when we thought we will not make it to our destination and maybe have to sleep in a petrol station. It got darker and darker with every minute. Finally, a minivan with really cool people stopped and 10 minutes after, it was pitch black outside and a thunderstorm started. Me and Annika whispered at least 8 times to each other, how lucky we were to get into that van. They were actually going to Split, but I think they felt sorry for us, and dropped us of in front of our hostel. That was the sweetest arriving so far. As mentioned this day had lasted toooooo long, starting with me walking home alone with a pepper spray in my hand in Ljubljana and ended in that minivan during a thunderstorm.
Next two days we spent in Zadar, walking around the town, chilling by the sea and just relaxing since our energy level was zero. Fun fact- there are hardly any sand beaches in Croatia, mostly just rocks, but the water is so blue and nice.
After two nights in Zadar we made our way to Split, which was recommended by almost everyone when we mentioned Croatia. And I understand why, such a beautiful city with an amazing oldtown and awesome nightlife. I think I am quite good at directions, but even after two days I had to look for my hostel with a google maps, because all the old town streets are so narrow, tiny and look the same, but it is like an old maze throughout the city, very very beautiful. One day we decided to go to a viewing platform and there was a tiny road leaving this place, so we thought we are going to go down on the other side, since we had time and it was a nice day. Little did we know that this tiny road takes us to 9km track in a 33C heath. But yeah, Split was awesome, we were dancing until the early hours of morning and met some awesome people over there.
And suddenly 29th of June had arrived. For that we woke up early and went to a ferry, to go to a Hvar island (which is 1-2 hours, depending on a transport). And although we had no energy and were not in a mood of party, then we still dressed up and made our way to the town, sinceeeeee after midnight it was my birthday!! We were hanging out in a narrow street with bars on both sides, when at midnight the whole street full of strangers started to sing me happy birthday and suddenly I was on someone’s shoulders and was handed a mojito and sparkling candles. At first, I wanted to escape, but to be honest it was such an awesome way to start my 27th year. And many kisses to Annika, who organized the whole thing! 😊
My birthday was great as well, we went to a Palmizana island, where we just sunbathed and relaxed. In the evening we took part of the pub crawl, but it wasn’t a usual one. Instead we were having an open bar on a boat, while sailing in the sea for the first hour and then we went back to Hvar, to a bar, but me and Annika didn’t like it there, so we left and hanged out with some other people so long. Went back to the boat and then they took us to Carpe Diem club, which is an open-air club in a tiny island, and there is nothing else there at all besides that club. So safe to say, that I am more than happy with my birthday, it was filled with sunshine, heath, drinks and good company.
Next day we had no motivation, but somehow we had to hitchhike up to north Croatia to Pula. And once again this day seemed to last forever. It took us forever to get out of Split (we had to go back there from Hvar first) and we were so wrecked and so not in a mood of carring our bags that day. Finally, we got out of there and the second car dropped us off in a highway, where an older man with a sportscar picked us up. He thought it is such a good idea to show us the coastal route, but me in a backseat did not agree with it at all. I just felt so sick and could not enjoy the views at all (although they were amazing, as much as I opened my eyes). He dropped us off in Rijeka in a right road to Pula. We were only 96km away, so happy, motivated and talking that whoever picks us up now, is a lucky car, since they will be our last car in this hitchhiking trip. 45 minutes passed and no one picked us up. The sun had set and it got darker. Our jokes were quickly replaced by silence. We looked at our watches and realized we only have 10-15 minutes left before it gets totally dark and then a car stopped. 99 times out of 100 we would have said no, but now it was this 1 time, since we had been waiting there for ages already. This was a horrible ride, something from a book “Why should you not hitchhike”. Firstly, when they stopped, there were no seats in the back. I thought they stopped to be funny or smth, but somehow he managed to get the seats up. Then there was a broken car door right behind me, the seatbelts were not working and in general, I am surprised the car itself was functioning. It stank and was so dirty. The men smoked non-stop, so we both felt bit sick after a while. Driving skills were non- existing, since every time he turned his head, the car turned as well. He drove 140km/h in a 90 zone and one time when he tried to overtake, we almost crashed with another car. Safe to say we both had a little nervous breakdown during that ride. And not to mention the guys were proper weird as well, spoke no English, thankfully one of them spoke a little german, so I was able to communicate with him a little bit, to ask wtf is happening. Quite at the beginning Annika whispered that she took her pepper spray out, since this whole thing was too weird. Good idea, I thought, I should do the same. And then I realized I totally lost my alertness, since we were always so lucky with the cars and drivers, and my pepper spray was on the bottom of my make-up bag, which was somewhere in my luggage. Okay, since it was a weird ride I started to look for it. Then I thought that if something should go very wrong, I am wearing my flip-flops, so I won’t be even able to run. And if that wasn’t enough stupidity for one evening then my phone died, since my battery was empty and Annika had 3% left. Sweet, that was the situation the the darkness. I have never ever counted the kilometers so badly. One point they turned away from the highway, although the signs showed that Pula is straight. I tried to stay as cool as ice, tho my pulse was up high and asked why did we turned and they said it is a shortcut. Honestly, I had like 10 different horror movie scripts running through my mind. Thankfully they took us to Pula and then it came out that the back door can only be opened from outside. Getting out of that car was one of the happiest moment of my trip. When I told my brother the story, he said lucky that it was our last, not first car, otherweise we would have stopped our trip already in Estonia 😃
But okay. Everything ended well and now thinking back to it, I just start to laugh.

Croatia itself was amazing and at first we planned to stay three night in north, but ended up staying altogether 7 nights and 6 of them in south. I am beyond happy that we left our trip so loose and were able to play around with the places and dates since Split and Hvar were amazing. Although Croatia is not cheap at all, I am so happy we chose this as our final destination and that I was able to celebrate my birthday there. I would love to go back one day and discover more of it, but I also think we saw quite a bit of Croatia in one week.