To start in the beginning I have to mention the Chinese who considered it a great idea to eat the bat. After that there was January when we got ourselves tickets to Zurich for the labor day weekend. And form there the whole travelling went downhill. Anyway, by May we had spent seven weeks only at home or in nearby neighbourhoods within walking distance. So we rented a car and planned to get out of town on the long weekend. Or even within Tallinn to go somewhere that's not Shnelli park. We got the car on Thursday and first thing went to hardware store to buy some camping chairs. As we all know, it's essential to eat while daytripping and the roadside cafes don't seem like a great idea with the current circumstances. From the hardware store we went to see Kopli Lines and from there to Pikakari beach.
While planning the menu for Friday's trip Scott thought that nothing would be better than fresh hot bread right out of oven... Shared the tasks and started the dough on Thursday evening, Scott mixed it at 6:30am on Friday and by 9:30am it went into oven. Also known as the time we would have otherwise eaten croissants with coffee on our balcony in Zurich. We placed an order for some profiteroles by Ristikheina cafe and already at 12:30pm the bag was packed and we started our way to Tänavjärve lake.
On the way there we passed several barrios with sowiet era architectural highlights like Rummu, where after building the houses 50-60 years ago, nobody had even from afar shown them any paint or filler. Scott refused to give those buildings a second look and told that if he'd be forced to live there, he would be buried in that house as well. Once he's made his way inside, he would never step out of it again in the fear to have to see them from outside anew.
About an hour and 15 minutes later Google Maps told us to take a left turn into the woods, grab some paddles and row our car through the muddy puddles. We turned around and tried the next path. That worked better and we parked the car by Veskijärve lake, where we considered the lake view suitable for our sandwich and cake lunch. The bread had cooled down, but was still crunchy. Since we didn't have any disposable plates at home, we had grabbed some silverware and were dining now like in the best Arabian restaurants. Everything was peachy until the profiteroles. Ristikheina profiteroles are well known as a pound of delicious cream in the pastry. After the third bite the filling was running out of all the holes that even didn't exist. After lunch we sat there for awhile, me wrapped in the yak wool rug, Scott wearing flip flops... and enjoyed the silence and fresh air.
From the lake we drove to Nõva beach, where at first we thought that we had missed the beginning of the beach season, because the parking lot was more packed than the surrounding of the singing grounds during Metallica concert. But turned out that all the crowds had come to the beach to just grill their hot dogs next to their cars and the whole long sandy beach was totally empty. We walked some, skipped few rocks and made our way to Padise manor and castle. And form there to Rummu quarry also known as Estonian Blue Lagoon. We watched some heterothermics going for a swim, got some sticks to bring home and made a last stop before heading home in the Ämari Pilot's Cemetery, where instead of traditional tombstones they had used parts of aircraft.
While planning the menu for Friday's trip Scott thought that nothing would be better than fresh hot bread right out of oven... Shared the tasks and started the dough on Thursday evening, Scott mixed it at 6:30am on Friday and by 9:30am it went into oven. Also known as the time we would have otherwise eaten croissants with coffee on our balcony in Zurich. We placed an order for some profiteroles by Ristikheina cafe and already at 12:30pm the bag was packed and we started our way to Tänavjärve lake.
On the way there we passed several barrios with sowiet era architectural highlights like Rummu, where after building the houses 50-60 years ago, nobody had even from afar shown them any paint or filler. Scott refused to give those buildings a second look and told that if he'd be forced to live there, he would be buried in that house as well. Once he's made his way inside, he would never step out of it again in the fear to have to see them from outside anew.
About an hour and 15 minutes later Google Maps told us to take a left turn into the woods, grab some paddles and row our car through the muddy puddles. We turned around and tried the next path. That worked better and we parked the car by Veskijärve lake, where we considered the lake view suitable for our sandwich and cake lunch. The bread had cooled down, but was still crunchy. Since we didn't have any disposable plates at home, we had grabbed some silverware and were dining now like in the best Arabian restaurants. Everything was peachy until the profiteroles. Ristikheina profiteroles are well known as a pound of delicious cream in the pastry. After the third bite the filling was running out of all the holes that even didn't exist. After lunch we sat there for awhile, me wrapped in the yak wool rug, Scott wearing flip flops... and enjoyed the silence and fresh air.
From the lake we drove to Nõva beach, where at first we thought that we had missed the beginning of the beach season, because the parking lot was more packed than the surrounding of the singing grounds during Metallica concert. But turned out that all the crowds had come to the beach to just grill their hot dogs next to their cars and the whole long sandy beach was totally empty. We walked some, skipped few rocks and made our way to Padise manor and castle. And form there to Rummu quarry also known as Estonian Blue Lagoon. We watched some heterothermics going for a swim, got some sticks to bring home and made a last stop before heading home in the Ämari Pilot's Cemetery, where instead of traditional tombstones they had used parts of aircraft.
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