Good morning, Ams-ter-dam! The part about Amsterdam will mainly contain more pictures than texts, because for some weird unknown reasons I hadn't written much about it in my private blog either. Our next and also the last host was an Estonian! And let me be honest and straight-forward, he's an odd person. Probably not for everyone, but for example to me he was. He had been living in the NL for about a year and when I asked him what brought him there, his answer was: ''To party! But I'm leaving the NL in two weeks, moving back to Estonia, because I have been to every party here and it is now boring for me already.'' We met up with Kaarel again as well. I know that Kaarel and I shared the same opinion about this guy. At least I wasn't alone in this. But what can I say, the dude was living his life to the fullest as he wished to. He talked way too much and my little brain wasn't able to sort and process all of it. Agnes now had a more interesting person to talk with, Kaarel and I were always in the ''background'' staying rather quiet and being totally okay with it. Taivar's place was the saddest place we stayed at. It was a two floor apartment with (I think) 4-5 people living there, all of them being from different nationalities. We didn't have a separate room, but instead we had a bed under the stairs near the front door. As you may guess, it was quite cold, I slept with all of my clothes on. Now if I think about it, then there were actually two doors. One of them was in the front of the house, it was locked, of course, but the other one was at the feet of our bed and it led to the courtyard. That one was definitely not locked... Aaaand, of course, we stumbled upon another unpleasant event, which, gladly, ended up nicely, but during the time it was a mess and we probably shed a few tears with Agnes at some point. I don't remember how many nights did we stay in Amsterdam, but this story is going to be about one of them. Agnes and I had a lot of fun in the day time and we were tired by the evening, so we wanted to go ''home''. We called Him to let him know that we are coming. He wasn't home at the time, he was like an hour a drive away from Amsterdam, partying, of course, and none of his flatmates weren't at home either, but we found it out later. He told us that he'll be there in an hour. Okay, no problem. We could still walk around a little and then take a tram to go home, it's nothing. We arrived to his house and called him again. He didn't answer. He didn't answer an hour, two hours, maybe even more. It was definitely past midnight time already and we were freezing. Eventually his phone was switched off, so there were no possibilites for us to reach him. At that point we were so, so mad that we didn't even care if someone was asleep, we knocked on the door for so long, but noone came to open it. We were so cold that it was hard for us to even move our fingers. We sat in front of the door as close to each other as possible, wrapped our scarves around us to stay warm and tried to fall asleep. Homeless level to the maximum. I have no idea how much time passed when neither of us couldn't sleep any longer. We decided that we had to move around to warm our bodies. Maybe we could find a shop or a gas station nearby. And yeah, we were also starving by that time already. It was a suburban area... so as you can guess, all of the negative aspects just happened to fall together, and we couldn't imagine a sunshine. Even a snail's speed wasn't comparable to the time's. We walked around and tried to find some places to go to. One lady came to us and asked what had happened. We told her our story and then she showed us where she lived. She said her apartment number so if we couldn't find a place to stay at, we could go to her's. Another example of generous people. Then a car passed and stopped. A man inside asked if we needed any help, we told our story to him as well. He took us to McDonalds, because that was the only place around opened at that time, and bought us tea. I didn't have the heart to ask him more, but I think he bought something for Agnes to eat. Then he took us back to the place he found us from. I remember that his driving skills were very scary. He stared at his phone not the road most of the time and drove at a high speed. I honestly didn't look up, because I was too scared. We wanted to go to the lady's place, but we forgot her apartment number. What are the odds? How did we even manage to stay alive? Okay, joking, although it is truly strange that neither of us didn't remember the number. We didn't want to try some random numbers, because maybe we could've woken up a stranger. A big nope. We decided to go back to Taivar's place and try to knock, maybe he had arrived back home. I don't remember did we eventually knock or call him, but after some while we finally got inside. We were so pissed off, so tired, so cold, straving. Everything was a problem then. Also we had to use ''our'' toilet without a light and a lock. What ever. At least we survived and got some precious experiences. By the end of our trip to the NL we were quite poor already. We tried to save up money for getting back to Estonia. Our ride back was an adventure itself, again. Unbelievable. There is a site called Blablacar.com for sharing a ride around (mostly) the Europe. Some people want to meet cool companions and travellers, others want to split the bill. What ever floats your boat. The driver we found was a Polish man. He drove from the NL to Poland. We didn't know where to exactly, but we didn't care much about it either. Life's as adventure and we let it show us where does it take us. The man didn't speak nearly a word in English so that shocked us the most when we first met him. No clue how did he asnwer to our messages. Google translate? Most likely. In Potsdam, Germany he picked up a young Polish woman who helped us to communicate with the driver, so she was our real life Google translate. The driver took us to Wroclaw. Actually a little bit out of the city itself. He took us to a gas station and then pointed his finger to a taxi. Basically, the lady googled a cheap hostel for us and then asked the taxi driver to take us there. We had been driving in a car for about 12 hours. Oh, actually, at one point the Polish driver took a nap, but he snored so hard that it was too scary and funny at the same time. We couldn't ask about his plans, because we didn't have the woman with us yet. We had about 4-5 hours until we were able to check in to the hostel. We left our massive bags there and went to walk around and explored the city. Had our breakfast at KFC. Hurts to think how much unhealthy food we were able to eat. At least Poland is a quite cheap country. Cheaper than Estonia and much more cheaper than the NL. We were in good moods, because we got some food finally, the weather was nice again and we were on our way back to home. We went back to our hostel when it was check in time. Got our room, the reception ladies were nice. We decided to take a nap, so that we could start planning our route back later. There were something wrong with our beds. Oh, right, we didn't have any bed linen nor towels. We thought it was weird, but honestly we were too tired and lazy to go ask about them then. After our sweet sleep we looked for bus tickets. Found a bus that actually went from Wroclaw to Tallinn. So that was a nice surprise. We decided to book it, but oh man, there was only 1 seat left. We were out of ideas what to do, but after some while I was checking the availability again and boom - 3 spots left! Then we made our fastest moves to book the tickets. Done! We had a bus to home! It was quite expensive, 45 euros per face, but the ride took 23 hours as well. Pretty harsh.
Don't even dare to think that this was the end of our adventure. No, not even close really. More was yet to come. It was written to our bus ticket that the departure time is at 1 am. The ladies from the reception told that it will take us approximately 30 minutes to walk to the bus station, so we started heading there roughly 40 minutes prior. It was easy to find the station, but difficult to find the right stop. It didn't really look like a bus station. Something really shady was going on, but we couldn't figure it out. I remember looking at the time - 4 minutes until our bus should depart. We ran around like headless chickens, trying to get some information about our bus stop. Where the hell was it? Polish didn't understand English, confirmed again. We looked up for some ''emergency'' numbers from our bus tickets. Found some, called, didn't get any useful information anywhere. No buses on our horizons. Anyway, finally we managed to find the ''real'' stops. It was past 1 already. These feeling we had, inexplicable. We somehow managed to find a number to contact a driver or a guide at our bus. The answer we got from them was very rude: ''Uhm.. We left like 20 minutes ago, sorry, your loss.'' Agnes and I were speechless and the madness-fire inside was unbearable. I personally snapped was a while. I was so devastated that I couldn't react to this. Agnes, in the other hand, flipped totally out. She started screaming, crying and smashing things. We had our little riot there. I thought: ''Well, okay, uhm... So we could theoretically hitch hike back, but.. we are too tired, mad and sad for that right now.'' Our head were filled with various bizarre ideas how to get home. The only negative side? We were absolutely out of money by this point. After a few minutes we saw 2 people at our stop as well. They looked as puzzled as we did, called somewhere and spoke their gibberish (Polish and/or Russian) language. The only thing I understood was that they asked about the street we were at. After all we found out that they were also supposed to be on the same bus as us. How did we understand that? The bus came back. They picked us up, and we fi-nal-ly were headed to home, sweet home. Agnes was still in a shock and she couldn't stop crying for another 30 minutes and whined about every single detail what was wrong in the bus, for example she didn't have enough leg room and so on. Soon she calmed down and everything was starting to get better again. Although some aspects still remained a mystery. Why did the bus leave so early and how on earth was it possible that we didn't see it? We arrived to Tallinn earlier than we had to. So... did the bus depart earlier from Wroclaw as well? As I had mentioned before - this journey was wild from start until the very end. It was a huge mess, a perfect adventure and a priceless experience.
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