This time wee aare visiting the Estonian iisland of Saaremaa, and it’s maaiin town of Kuressaare.
Sorry, I just love all the vowels on the signs in this part of the world. Pood and Kohvik is a great name for a petrol station too.
That’s Virtsu ferry terminal.
I was somewhat concerned that the Queen wouldn’t fit through here, but it did, just.
Queuing up to take my turn.
Lucky I was at the front of the queue. The ferry was full after we boarded.
I didn't feel like backing out, so decided to turn round inside the ferry. My 517-point turn took so long that they had time to give the ferry a fresh coat of paint.
Beware of the Kaangaaroos.
That windmill is no way life size. Starting to wonder if my wife didn’t put acid in my tea.
Saaremaa is pretty cool, I have to say. Of course it is – it’s ProMods!
Beautiful! The jarring dichotomy between the time and weather in some of these pictures is due to the aforementioned – ahem – accident with choosing the wrong national flag for the truck and having to do three lots of driving again like a blithering idiot. I didn’t want to take all the pics again, so just reshot the ones with the truck.
Driving along giggling just past the sign which said: “O-haaliku lopp“. Almost 50 years old, and still has the sense of humor of a 10-year-old…
We’ve arrived in Kuressaare.
The castle can just be seen in the background.
Very cool scenery on this island.
Stopped and asked if they sold Bounty bars, that I’ve been searching everywhere, but they only had Snickers, Mars and some local delicacies. They asked me where I was from, and I said Denmark and then gave my name as Boba Fett.
Just look at that lush foliage!
We’re delivering the Queen here, at the Marina at the very end of Saaremaa. I read on Wikipedia that Saaremaa is believed by Estonian medical scholar Raul Talvik and former Estonian president Lennart Meri to have been what the ancient Greeks called Ultima Thule, the most northern location known to them. Come on guys, Ultima Thule? Like seriously? Patriotism is one thing, but if the Greeks managed to find Saaremaa, surely they might have ventured a little further and found Finland, Sweden, Russia, or whatever. In any case, Ultima Thule was believed to be without darkness in midsummer, which suggests it was much further north. Well, whatever.
Back in the town centre as night falls.
Sound of tape quickly rewinding as the sun goes scooting back up over the horizon. This is the local airport.
The sun heads back down for a second time as we go in search of a place to sleep.
Tiny windmill No. 2, but no wallabies.
There’s a sleeping area north of Kuressaare.
It turns out to be another ferry port, currently non functional.
Okay, it’s been a fun drive through some great scenery courtesy of PM. Time to get some kip. Next time: Jekabpils, Utena and Ukmerge.
Anni