Continues

So I left when I decided that no I will not wait an hour and a half at a presumably safe main train station and instead take the tram that won't take me all the way to the airport. I'm so awesome. Noticed another girl with a suitcase so when the last stop came I started following her :D she went a bit off-track but I prayed that maybe she knows a shortcut or something. Well no, luckily I managed to follow her for a couple of minutes only before she went to a building that probably was her home. Smart move just randomly start following someone. I am definitiley going to get killed tonight... Back to my initial plan of following the tram tracks. It was dark, there wasn't anyone else around - yeah a totally scary place. On the way I noticed that I've lost one jacket - I'm sure I just had it. Fudge, what should I do go back or continue without it???? I decided to go back a bit and see if I can spot it and luckily I did, it was in the middle of the road :D picked it up and continued my journey in a rush, yeah I was a bit scared, a bit is probably an understatement. The road seemed to last forever and I got so sick and tired of carrying my stupid suitcase around that made a horrible sound, basically screaming please come and attack me and steal all my stuff. There were still no people around.

Somehow managed to get to the airport safely. But as Jane-Ly had said before it is closed and only one insignificant door should be open somewhere, tried to look for that but couldn't find it... I could see people inside though. Decided that I'll just go and wait when the last tram is here, there's bound to be some people on that. While I was waiting a creepy homeless guy came there too, to eat. What have I done to deserve this? Finally the tram came and there was a young couple there, I immediately went up to them with all my problems :D Turns out the creepy homeless guy knew how to get into the airport - but he spoke german so wouldn't have helped me anyway. We had to go through a police station door, later we found out that the door is open and we didn't have to phone them and ask them to let us in, but thanks to that we realised that we were all estonians, lol :D So spent the night chatting away and playing cards.

In the morning another big shock came. Ryanair is weighing handluggage. I had just managed to put everything into one bag and now fudge fudge fudge fudge. I was about 3 kg over the limit. Luckily the estonians had some room in their bags so I randomly put the heaviest (small) things I could in their bags and got mine to 10.3kg. I have to mention that my pockets were full of stuff as well and when I got to the security the lady was actually annoyed - at first she laughed a bit - at how many stuff I had to take out under my shirt, pockets etc. But hey I got through without having to pay extra or throw anything away so I'm not ashamed of anything! :D

Ttyl ;)

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