Tallinn to Ipswich
We arose a little earlier than ususal. Breakfast was fairly typical except they offered what seemed to be French toast, which I got a few slices of, then noticed no syrup but ate it all anyway.
Later, we packed, checked out and got a cab to the airport. The Tallinn airport is smaller than most and quite easy to navigate. We had 135 krooni (no, not kroner, kronor, or kronier; krooni) in cash left at this point, but I wasn't able to exchange them for pounds as they didn't amount to a full pound. So instead I got Sarah a 7-up and a tall Kronenburg for myself.
Our EasyJet plane arrived but did not taxi quite to the gate and we had to walk on from outside. I thought this was perhaps due to adjacent construction but we had the same experience after landing in London Stansted so perhaps it's just part of the budget airline experience, such as a complete lack of free food and drink.
I noticed that people do not queue in as orderly a fashion as in the UK. It was more of a mosh towards the gate. We saw the same on the ferry yesterday.
Landing in Stansted, it was nice to hear English again, though we were reintroduced to the concept of overweight people as well as ubiquitous football shirts. Margo and I, both well-educated professionals who read vociferously, were completely unable to locate local bus services. We had decided to avoid a train to London to Ipswich and get a bus to a closer town, but in the end we had to ask staff for directions and recommendations. We ended up on an express bus to Chelmsford and then a train to Ipswich, saving us lots of time and money as well as inconvenience since One Railways was doing engineering work and therefore running buses between Shenfield and Chelmsford anyway.
So now we're back in Ipswich, reading the Saturday Guardian and hanging out. Margo's cooked us a proper meal and I've had the chance to hang laundry again, and we're relishing the ability to set something down and let things be for a while.
Later, we packed, checked out and got a cab to the airport. The Tallinn airport is smaller than most and quite easy to navigate. We had 135 krooni (no, not kroner, kronor, or kronier; krooni) in cash left at this point, but I wasn't able to exchange them for pounds as they didn't amount to a full pound. So instead I got Sarah a 7-up and a tall Kronenburg for myself.
Our EasyJet plane arrived but did not taxi quite to the gate and we had to walk on from outside. I thought this was perhaps due to adjacent construction but we had the same experience after landing in London Stansted so perhaps it's just part of the budget airline experience, such as a complete lack of free food and drink.
I noticed that people do not queue in as orderly a fashion as in the UK. It was more of a mosh towards the gate. We saw the same on the ferry yesterday.
Landing in Stansted, it was nice to hear English again, though we were reintroduced to the concept of overweight people as well as ubiquitous football shirts. Margo and I, both well-educated professionals who read vociferously, were completely unable to locate local bus services. We had decided to avoid a train to London to Ipswich and get a bus to a closer town, but in the end we had to ask staff for directions and recommendations. We ended up on an express bus to Chelmsford and then a train to Ipswich, saving us lots of time and money as well as inconvenience since One Railways was doing engineering work and therefore running buses between Shenfield and Chelmsford anyway.
So now we're back in Ipswich, reading the Saturday Guardian and hanging out. Margo's cooked us a proper meal and I've had the chance to hang laundry again, and we're relishing the ability to set something down and let things be for a while.
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