I arrived in Tallinn by bus on the 18th of July, first day of the non QUINTAW part (which is something we might talk in another blogpost). Back then I was young, excited to start that new adventure of cycling through this unknown paradise we like to call The Baltics, I was so naive… Okey, the Tallinn experience was indeed thrilling. We were hosted for five or so days in the Anarchist Social Center of the city, Ülase 12, by the most sweet, lovely and caring hardcore coloured mohawk haired gang of punkies. They were making us dinner every day!…

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Passed the despair of missing the only direct Flixbus from Berlin to Tallinn (22h), Galina and I decided to make new friends. If you ever feel lonely in your travels, Flixbus stations are the right place to make new friends: you share the frustration of your bus being delayed, the joy of being able to fit your bicycle in the back, you get to chat about the place people are leaving or the one they’re going to -I even managed once to convince the person sitting next to me to book an appointment with a therapist (it took more than…

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we arrived in turku fashionably chaotic and one day late during the afternoon and evening. a very sweet person from ABC showed us around. if you have never been to a bikekitchen: imagine a place that is only about bicycles. there were wheels hanging from the ceiling in all sizes and shapes, some empty bicycle frames scattered in between. on the walls hung front forks in shiny metallic colours like garlands, stood shelves with front racks, backracks, tubes, gears, tools and more parts. some cables sticking out over here, piles of boxes with screws over there. Turun Pyöräpaja (Turku Bike…

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