In Estonia, Bicycle is Car

So this journey starts in Estonia. The World Mountain Bike Orienteering Championships had just finished with the Long Distance the previous day to our departure. This meant there was a heavy night of drinking and partying and celebrating with the winners. It was great fun and I had heaps of fun with all the competitors.

The next morning was a little rough and Karl and I were heading to Helsinki by Ferry. So we all jump in the van to head to Tallinn. Boarding the ferry should have of been as easy as walking on board with out bikes that were packed up in their boxes, but no. Instead I went into the ferry terminal area to ask the lady at the ticket booth where Karl and I should board since we have our bicycles with us. She told me to go back out side and go through a side gate where we will head past the booths that allow cars into the area to line up to board the ferry that way.

So we did just that. We walked around and down to the booth where the girl that I was trying to talk to sounded really really confused, asking why we were down here. I explained what the previous girl said in the ferry terminal had told me to do. So she printed out some boarding tickets for us and told us to walk in.

Walking in meant, walking into a huge open ship yard where you had cars lining up in multiple lanes forming a huge sea of cars and then there were cars driving off the ferry. There were many shipping crates everywhere in this huge shipping yard. Karl I were standing out in the open with no one to ask what to do and with the sea of cars to our side just staring at us.

After about 15minutes of standing around looking stupid we noticed some of the cars started to move and driving into the ferry.  We spied the guy directing the cars in. We decided we needed to talk to this guy. So we hauled our bike boxes and baggage in front of the sea of stationary cars that were getting ready to drive on. Came up to this guy and explained everything that we had been told to do. He inspected out tickets and asked where our bikes where. We pointed to our bike boxes and he just laughed and talked on the radio for a couple of minutes and told us to walk up the huge car ramp and walk into the hull of the ferry.

In the hull we were directed into some stairwell with an elevator and told to go to the seating area and just stay there. So it turns out we could of walked out bikes straight in the normal way and avoided this whole situation!

And that’s how the awkward journey to Helsinki started.

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