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Banned
(09-03-2012, 01:06 PM)
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#3951
Originally Posted by bjb:
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Member
(09-03-2012, 04:37 PM)
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#3952
Right, so me and EviLore have arrived at my house. i guess that an update will follow from him sometime soon. Btw, expect interesting footage on film :D
Some pictures from today !   Me and EviLore on a sightseeing tour in Riga !   Me and EviLore off-roading a bit, he was driving too, i filmed some, will upload something later ;)  Over the river Gauja, that is all for pics from today from me !
Last edited by SLV; 09-03-2012 at 05:33 PM.
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#1 fly (for a white guy) fisher
(09-03-2012, 08:41 PM)
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#3960
Evil, Your hiking trip seems awesome, I been up on the mountains of sweden and norway many times, and I am always impressed.
Great photos and I love that you got to see the amazing countryside of sweden at least. hope you left with some good memories :) To bad you didnt get to enjoy the westcoast of sweden, maybe next time if you ever come here again. |
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Member
(09-03-2012, 09:01 PM)
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#3964
Originally Posted by KAOz:
Right, i am quite drunk, EviLore though has been conditioned to drink, so he is not phased, going to bed.
Last edited by SLV; 09-03-2012 at 09:54 PM.
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Member
(09-04-2012, 12:01 AM)
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#3965
I went to Riga on my stag do, beautiful city but was February so freezing
I also felt unwelcome at times because we were a group of English lads and English lads on stag Do's have a reputation and that is fair enough We behaved well though, the bobsleigh track was great fun |
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Expansive Ellipses
(09-04-2012, 01:34 AM)
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#3967
Tallinn
I took a morning flight from Stockholm to Tallinn, Estonia, an easy one hour trip, and sat at the airport deciding how to go about my two nights there. I had a great time at party hostels, and this was Saturday night, so that sort of vibe was my best bet. On the other hand, I had a terrible time at party hostels, since they were extra dirty and nasty and no amount of earplugs shoved into the canal could allow for a good night’s rest. Why not try a silly experiment, then, since a little money went a long way in Estonia? I booked a nice, comfortable, central hotel, and also a ridiculously cheap, dirty, exciting party hostel, for the same two nights. I felt a little obscene, but the plan seemed sound: leave my bags at the hotel, check into the hostel, meet people, go out, and have a more comfortable and quiet place to go back to at the end of the night, almost like using the hostel booking as a club entrance fee. So I did just that. At the hostel, the good vibes started from the moment I walked in. A stunningly beautiful girl worked at reception and checked me in, gave me my keys, then pointed some sights out on a paper map. We quickly got to talking, though, and she asked me where I was from, what I was doing in Tallinn, how long I had been traveling, all the usuals, and got more and more excited and enthusiastic with every new stroke of my brush. We ended up exchanging some stories for a solid hour and a half, and she recommended going to Riga, her home town, after Tallinn. A lot of time had passed by then and I wanted to get a look at Tallinn before nightfall, even though I was hesitant to leave her behind, those enthusiastic eyes zeroed in on me. I told her I’d catch up with her later, and she said she’d be working the hostel bar that night and that I should come down and see her. The girl from reception had recommended a charming looking tourist trap for a fun experience in old town, Olde Hansa, where the waiters dressed in medieval clothing, everything was lit by candle, and the food reflected the ideology. I had a honey beer (“do you want the lady’s half liter or the sir’s full liter?”), some sort of baked cheese appetizer, and decided that the elk course sounded more appealing than the 48 euro bear; I wasn’t that hungry. The meat wasn’t the best, but it was a fun experience, and the honey beer went down enthusiastically. I wandered around some and started to get a feel for things. Tallinn's old town was above all quaint. Squads of retirees in orange jackets swept the sidewalks and kept everything clean, and I felt a positive atmosphere throughout the little cobblestone streets and iconic historical buildings. It began to rain, so before long I relocated back to the hostel to find some people to meet for the night. I ran into another employee of the hostel, a short, peppy girl with bleached white hair who was celebrating her birthday, drunk already, and giving out free and completely inedible microwave pizza. In the common room, a huge, goofy looking Shrek sort of Swede played electronic music on his laptop, a quiet Dutch girl read a book, and two dressed up German girls sat and talked to each other natively. What’s the easiest opening of all time? “Oh, this? I’m reading A Storm of Swords.” Thank you kindly, HBO. I assured the soft-spoken Dutch girl -- mild features, blonde hair done up neatly, appropriately bookish cuteness -- that I wouldn’t spoil anything, and talked with her about the book series and her thoughts on what she had read so far, and found her unusually intelligent and well-spoken as we segued into better subjects. She had an interest in politics and cultural dynamics in the States, and I was able to talk freely and on the level and without simplifying my vocabulary or subject matter, which was more than a little appealing. In between conversation with her, I started getting the other people in the room to break the ice, and soon the Swede was pouring me drinks from his liquor stash and the German girls were asking me if I was going to go clubbing with them that night. The Swede tried to give alcohol to the German girls, but they kept declining, not wanting to accept anything with strings attached from the enormous, incredibly socially awkward and unfortunate looking man. I engaged everyone and got everyone talking, but mostly fell back to enthusiastically exchanging with the Dutch girl. I found out she wouldn’t be coming with me drinking; she had a family emergency and was flying back to Amsterdam very early the next morning. I was a little disappointed, but tried to make the most of my single serving companion, and we kept discussing all sorts of subjects until she had to go to sleep, at which point I was ready to take the German girls out on the town. Two others showed up as well, a Brazilian girl with a typically exaggerated figure, and an extremely shy acned straight arrow girl I later learned was studying to be a Chemist, who was too afraid of losing control of herself to drink any alcohol. We started with some beers down at the hostel bar, where the birthday girl was bartending in between having her party -- no sign of the gorgeous reception girl from Latvia -- and soon left for the bar hopping. The alarm signals went off briefly when the Shrek Swede suddenly tried to tag along, and flashed the contents of his wallet to the German girls, with a “I can do whatever I want,” in some sort of desperate bid to impress them. The girls immediately looked at me and used the international “holy shit he’s a creeper get him away from us” facial expression, but he went back into the hostel to retrieve something and we all took off without incident. I hoped I wasn’t hitting the beginning of Stockholm redux. The Brazilian girl, who was painful to interact with after just coming off several hours engaged with the charming and intellectual reader, had taken an immediate liking to me and, already a few beers in back at the hostel, was starting to get the nerve up to flirt with me hard and try to hold my hand. I stayed playful and cheerful and slightly distant, but when we hit the next bar her power level grew again, and soon she was moving her stool closer to me and dubbed me her “sworn man,” from medieval times, probably because she couldn’t remember what my name was. “Sworn man! Hold my arm, sworn man. It’s...it’s...just a game, you know? You don’t have to do it, but...” I went along, of course, tried to keep her in good spirits, but my body language wasn’t reciprocating. The sworn man shtick, unfortunately, only became more aggressive as she had more to drink, and soon she was yelling out “SWORN MAN!” in the streets and just repeating it endlessly. I’d glance over at the other girls and make an exasperated face and laugh as she held my arm, and they cringed at the fool the Brazilian girl was making of herself. I tried to deflect the advances while having a good time with the group, my thoughts turning more and more to the girl from hostel reception and those locked eyes and wide smile, laughing at all my probably bad jokes, but the four girls wanted me to lead them around, and I wasn’t going to bail on them. Sworn Woman wanted me to teach her how to use my camera, so I carefully explained the basic concepts of photography and how they related to the human eye and how they tied in to the manual control dials, but she wasn’t bright enough to understand any of it, so I set it up for low light and let her play with it. She had me pose as her model, giving her sworn man orders again and then apologizing profusely if I hesitated to follow them, and the other girls could only sit back and watch. The blonde German girl wanted to go to an electro club, badly, bringing it up constantly for hours, and we eventually made it to some sort of club, but to my exasperation she didn’t want to pay the 10 euro entrance fee, so we just left and went back to the hostel. I had started drinking very early, with the honey beer at Olde Hansa, and my stomach was starting to turn from the length of time being poisoned, so I welcomed going back to relax. Chemist went to sleep, of course, and the other German girl went to the different hostel she was staying at, and that just left me with the blonde German, who had a very strong British accent from living in the UK for a time, and Sworn Woman, more drunk than ever, the three of us alone in the common room, doors closed, very late at night. Sworn Woman, exceptionally drunk at this point, decided to go to the dorm hall and then open up a random door and go inside. She stayed for five minutes, then walked back to us, while the German and I stared at the whole thing in amazement. Apparently a couple were having sex in the room, and she tried to take photos, but they were able to pull the mattress up off the ground and block the view before any camera phone snaps, which were all depictions of a vertical mattress. The German blonde and I sat there in amazement and looked at each other and then back to Sworn Woman, back to each other, what must have been dozens of times. “I’ll go buy some more beer,” Sworn Woman said suddenly. What? The hostel bar was closed, everything was closed; it was after 4am. She walked into another dorm room and the door closed. The door to the first room was still open. “I want to know what’s really going down in that room,” I whispered to the German girl, not having any idea if Sworn Woman's story was true, and she agreed. We walked into the hall and glanced into the doorway as we passed. The Latvian reception girl was standing just inside, not very happy, and made eye contact with me with a frown. Shit. Moments later, after we walked back to the common room, Sworn Woman returned with three cold unopened bottles of beer. The German girl and I repeated our exasperated, bewildered looks. She asked, “how did you know that you could buy beer from the people in that room?” I wondered the same thing. “Oh, well, you just need to try and see what happens.” “But..err...uhh...” We trailed off and decided to just accept it. Sworn Woman sat down next to me and tried to force something overtly, but just then a French guy came in and sat down on the couch across from us, and Sworn Woman bolted for him. Five minutes later they were cuddling, and “sworn man” was finally a retired target. German blonde girl really, really wanted to talk about herself; it was physically impossible for me to get in more than a “yeah” or “uh-huh” for the next hour, though otherwise she was pleasant, so I listened politely. I was already entering hangover mode, though, with a terrible headache and nausea from so many consecutive hours at it. Eventually, as the sun came up, we both decided to go to sleep, thankfully, since I was barely hanging on, and I walked out and took a taxi back to my hotel. I woke up at 3pm, sampled three different cakes at cafe called Komeet, then walked the rest of old town and scaled the wall for a scenic view. The hostel was as dead as the city was, so I checked out early to grab my deposit; different girl at reception. Peppy birthday girl was around briefly, though, very hung over, and I asked her how things had gone. "I don't actually remember..." I finished out the very quiet Sunday evening at one of the city's top restaurants, and called it a night from there to work on my photography and figure out where to go next. Latvia I'd consider.
Last edited by EviLore; 09-04-2012 at 01:43 AM.
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Member
(09-04-2012, 08:29 AM)
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#3969
Good morning,
That sounded exotic, I am impressed by the Brazilian girl. Based on that thread, there is enough evidence to conclude that girls from the American continent are way funnier/crazier than their European counterpart. But if you think this is too general of a statement, a more plausible assumption would be that Evil repeatedly spends time with crazy american girls. Sounds less dramatic though.
Originally Posted by EviLore:
Last edited by Kenka; 09-04-2012 at 08:34 AM.
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Member
(09-04-2012, 08:36 AM)
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#3972
Originally Posted by Ledsen:
Too bad that she made eye contact with him at that awkward moment.
Last edited by Kenka; 09-04-2012 at 02:02 PM.
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Member
(09-04-2012, 09:33 AM)
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#3973
Originally Posted by EviLore:
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Expansive Ellipses
(09-04-2012, 01:59 PM)
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#3974
Originally Posted by kottila:
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Member
(09-04-2012, 04:13 PM)
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#3975
Right, Evilore left on the train to Riga. Will post some pics of today soon !
   Dark Souls: EviLore  Evilore, Fxp  And me as well  North Korean Ferris Wheel    having some fun in the local attractions !  Yep, that is Evilore :D  pro instructor, like 6 meters above the turbine !  EviLore in my " rap car", just before heading for the train station :P All in all i think we had some fun !
Last edited by SLV; 09-04-2012 at 04:33 PM.
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Expansive Ellipses
(09-04-2012, 04:38 PM)
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#3977
Okay, October 5th is the last day I can spend in any schengen countries. So I can get to the UK that day and be okay. If I do three nights in istanbul, two in Prague, four in Switzerland, I'll have three weeks total for Italy and France, better than nothing, and then not have any time constraints for the UK.
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Member
(09-04-2012, 04:53 PM)
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#3983
Originally Posted by EviLore:
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Expansive Ellipses
(09-04-2012, 05:12 PM)
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#3985
Originally Posted by demented:
Originally Posted by Linius:
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Junior Member
(09-04-2012, 05:33 PM)
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#3986
Originally Posted by EviLore:
But yeah, you could take 3 months to cover either Italy or France and still not have enough time to see it all. I'd say at least do a beach, the Alps or Pyrenées and some medieval towns. |
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Member
(09-04-2012, 05:40 PM)
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#3987
Originally Posted by EviLore:
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Member
(09-04-2012, 09:33 PM)
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#3993
Spent a few hours today in company of SLV and EviLore. SLV was really prepared and determined to show EviLore the best out little town has to offer and I was just messing with SLV and cracking jokes :) Sorrry!
It was a pleasure to meet them both and learn EviLore's ways of running out little online community :) I'll be keeping in touch with SLV (first beer drinking already arranged) and waiting for more updates in this topic. |
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Expansive Ellipses
(09-04-2012, 09:44 PM)
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#3994
Dinner at Ribe
Traditional Estonian smoked cheese soup w/ braised duck & young carrot mash. Braised duck in the bowl, then the very thick, creamy soup poured on top at the table to fill it in. Amazingly good, unfortunately photo was out of focus and no shot of before the pour.
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Szechuan peppered duck breast w/ apricot confit, potato & fennel mash, citrus sauce. Perfectly prepared, juicy, tender, mouth explosion, etc. etc.  Amedei chocolate & caramel w/ chocolate fondant, chocolate crumble, caramel gel, salted caramel ice cream. Oh yes. 
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