We awoke around eleven, to the sound of very noisy baby birds. While Pamela was still asleep, I wrote about the last day. Then I looked out the window, and discovered that the three baby birds were right in the window sill. I could have reached in and poked them. Instead of that, I just gave them a scolding stare for their waking us up.

We had Breakfast in the hostel, which was interrupted by a phonecall. I'd earlier tried calling Ruta Kukk, but had no answer. She had seen the number on her mobile phone though, and called it back. So, we arranged to meet that evening, although not at a set time or place. There was also a meeting set up for the afternoon, with Mari Savitsky. AND... there was also the small problem of where we would stay that night, (We knew before coming to Merevaik that they only had a free room for the one night.) Just after receiving my phone call at the reception though, I was asked if I still needed a place, as there'd been a cancellation. Pamela and I considered this, and found it ideal, so we got to leave our luggage there, and not spend the beginning of our day looking for somewhere else to put it.

We walked to town once more, but by a different rout this time, and first visited the Photo-shop. I got lots and lots of film, and Pamela was having trouble with the Flash Memory Card of her digital camera. So, they fixed that in a, (ha ha,) FLASH.

We went on to the tourist center, and loaded ourselves with brochures about places near and far. These we studied in Tristan & Isolde, my favorite old Coffee house on the city square. (Owned by a Canadian, whom I've never met.)

After that, we went on through the old town, looking for some Amber Jewelry. We met Mari at Two, and had a nice walk, which included going into the Glass Blower's, and thinking about which would be suitable wine glasses to take back to Germany as gifts.

Mari had to go and meet some other people, (In her thirty six hours in Estonia, between this vacation and that,) so Pamela and I continued looking into small shops, at amber, cloth, and assorted antiques. At length, we went to the Chinese restaurant, where we were meeting Ruta for dinner. Her little Uku, (that's a boy's name, incase non-Estonians reading this couldn't tell,) he's one and a half years old, and Full of energy. To me, he seemed still young enough to be innocent, instead of Naughty. He and I got along well together.

After dinner, (It was rather good chinese, for a place in the Baltics, Especially the stir fry that Ruta had,) we called Silver, (Ruta's husband,) and we all went together to a beach, west of Tallinn. It was very nice, and not too crowded, and we had lots of fun, jumping with, over, under, or through the waves.

We came to a nice agreement with them, in which we could borrow the car until Friday, (They needed it Saturday to get to a relative's birthday party.) They also said that there was extra space at their house for us to sleep, but it was too late to cancel at the Hostel though. We simply agreed to meet Silver the next day to pick up the car. After that, we just had some tea at the Hostel, and set out for a short, relaxing walk; We went to a fair-sized city park... which just left Pamela Speechless.

Speechless, that is, because all she could think is "This isn't a park."

No planned paths. No planned plants. No thoughts what so ever. It was an oversized vacant lot, with some dirt paths people had worn into it by walking. OK, Once there had been Some idea, to make a square moat, and have a rectangular island in the middle, connected by a stone bridge. But it was awfully stagnant, smelly, silent water.

The only nice things there, were a statue of a lion, (With "Blah-blah-blah, Lion's Club" written below it,) and a small play ground, where we tested the swings.

So then, Home, and Sleep.