And then there was Tallinn

"Please don't let there be an old town, please don't let there be an old town".
This mantra was circling through my mind as The Boy and I jumped off the bus in Tallinn, Estonia, weary and travel grumpy.

We've been gradually travelling east on our way back to the land of Oz, generally only deciding on the next location a day or two before we jump on a train. On a spur of the moment decision we decided to also include the Baltic States on our trip, the lure of the mysterious east winning out.
Images of immense forests, cloud topped mountains and mysterious folkorish characters were continuously playing through my mind in the trip, and I was absolutely enchanted when I arrived.

The winding streets of the beautiful, medieval cities of Vilnius and Riga were like fairyland - sure there were touristy parts but for the large part we could wander aimlessly without seeing anyone else, hunting out quaint vintage stores and art galleries as well as hidden cafes and pubs.  Like good tourists we also saw all the 'must see' sights, but in towns this small that's a matter of hours. But like all medieval towns there's the old town and new town (cheers urban sprawl!) and after a little while all the old town squares I'd seen during the past month had started to meld together, they were breathtakingly beautiful but I was desperate to see and experience something different.

Which is where Tallinn comes in. After deciding on a visit to Helsinki for a few days we made our way to Tallinn in Estonia for the ferry trip across, adding a day in to explore the city itself. Which brings me back to my little mantra. We hiked from the bus stop to our hostel, grunting at each other in communication, our enthusiasm dropping with every kilometre and it was only the need for food which drove us out of the hostel an hour later.

But Tallinn was like no other city we'd been to before. Yes it was a beautiful medieval city with gorgeous views but it was also a city where the run down industrial areas in the outskirts have been re-purposed into local eating areas, the local jail (closed in the early 2000s) has been opened to the public in the same state it was in when it shut down - if you want to see the operating table in the medical ward it's still there! - with a funky beach cafe behind it full of locals and a Russian Flea Market where the mantra seems to be if you want it, we've got it. Including apparently at one point AK-47s which had only been stopped with lead. These were only confiscated when idiotic tourists were buying them as souvenirs and taking them to the airport for the trip home. A little scary!

But that's pretty much what I loved about it. Tallinn wasn't just another beautiful city, it had an edge to it which the locals embraced rather than trying to cover it up.

And you've got to admit it, that's a pretty cool mentality in this age of ever-increasing tourism.

What do you guys think?

The jail

Street graffiti at the jail

Beach cafe in Tallinn

Inside the jail

In the Telliskivi Centre

View of the Old Town

Buda...Pest

Flying into Hungary under the cover of darkness The Boy and I had our noses pressed firmly against the plane window, eager for any glimpse of what awaited us in Budapest.

Walking out of the airport, slightly miffed about not getting a stamp in my passport, I realised I would be clueless for a while longer as the bus ride from the airport past beautiful but slightly decrepit buildings flashed by.


In my imagination Budapest is the perfect, romanticised mixture of east meets west; amazing history and beautiful architecture, big green parks and a culture completely different to anything I was used to. Walking out the door on my first morning The Boy and I realised this idea was right, but also very wrong.


Walking down Andrassy utca (street), a wide tree-lined boulevard with cafes, ritzy stores and restaurants and Heroes Square at one end both The Boy and I were drawing comparisons between Budapest, or Pest to be more accurate, and other European cities we'd been to. But wandering up side streets as we tend to do it was a revelation. In some areas a mere two streets back from the main boulevard it was like being thrown back into Soviet-era Budapest with once beautiful buildings, now crumbling and overlooking stark streets.

Once pretty now crumbling

Playing in a cement playground

But if anything these little shocks only added to the experience. Wandering around Pest every side street and alley became an experience, some filled with hidden trendy pubs, some completely empty, some opening up on parks and playgrounds. And even though it didn't match up with the pictures in my head I fell in love with Pest. It was a mix of the new and funky and the old but the scars from the past were still more than visible, (and if you don't believe me just head to Terror House, a memorial museum about the horrors committed during WWII and the Soviet era).

As a contrast walking across the famous Chain Bridge to Buda high up on the hill everything is beautiful...but fake. The streets are paved with cobblestones, the buildings look like they are straight out of the 16th century and the museums are to die for - including the National Gallery located in the former palace. But every second shop is filled with over-priced souvenirs and the prices sky rocket.

The opera house at sunset

Looking over the Danube to Buda

At the National Gallery

The view from Buda over Pest

It was almost a relief to descend the hill again and cross over to Pest and to reality again, and to sit down at a local pub for a cold beer.

After three days of just wandering, on foot and by bike, The Boy and I decided to extend our stay, to explore the Turkish Baths, the galleries and the night life and  it's this Budapest I rather than the tourist sites that still stick in my head.

And as far as I'm concerned that's the mark of a truly magnificent city.