It's 7.40am (but really 5.40am my time) and the bus is outside with a Skype logo on the door. Not much sleep had by us late nighters so sleep would help but lots to see on the way to Parnu. Parnu is on the coast - more a summer resort than a place to hang out in January but we'll see.
Dinner was in Hell's Hunt, and the staff wore the T-shirts. Lots of meat and few veggie options but the company was good and, all in all, a bit of a gas. The weather is a great disappointment - my winter woolies really aren't necessary and these guys are obviously not suffering from Russian gas shortages - the buildings are boiling.
Strange contrasts between medieval splendour and soviet blockiness. The local currency is the EEK which is worth less than 5p a pop. My son wants to come and live here cos he'll have loadsa pocket money.
The gang is gathering - some sore heads and tossled hair but we'll keep the prize for worst morning person till the end of our trip on Friday.
More from Parnu.
