Another day, another country. This afternoon Josh and I marched off to the Tallinn port and boarded a fast ferry to Helsinki. Finland is country number 35 for me! And it number 36 or 37 or 38 for Josh depending on whether or not he counts his layovers in Copenhagen and Reyjavik airports. I'll leave that up to his conscience to decide.Helsinki is at first glance a very pretty and liveable town of 560,000. Just outside the port is a huge marketplace selling every type of craft and food in Finland. Beyond that is a beautiful park filled with people laying in the sun, eating ice cream on benches, and just watching the world go by. Next to the park were four young shirtless Finnish boys holding a breakdancing exhibition circa 1984, to an enthusiastic crowd of buisnessmen and shoppers.
We went for a run to the 1952 Olympic Stadium and were psyched to find statues commemorating two of Finland's running legends; Paavo Nurmi and Lasse Viren.
We were too tired at this point to sample much of Helsinki's nightlife, though we can recommend the pub "Vlatava", a remake of a Czech pub serving delicious pints of Budvar at the painful price of $7 per.
