Tallinn, Estonia

Tallinn, the capital city of Estonia is much smaller than Copenhagen (around 500,000 people) and not as important a city, and they don’t have a 4’4” mermaid in the harbor. But at least they acknowledge their Viking ancestry. The Danish Viking Valdemar II came here in 1219. Even though he was a Christian Viking, the shops are nonetheless filled with (not so fierce) little Viking dolls. But that’s more than I can say about Copenhagen’s love of their Viking past.

Before I get into this precious old city, let me first point out that Estonians are a fun loving, beer guzzling, partying people. The sun went down at 11pm while we were there, but the party was just getting started.
Festivals and holidays these days are measured by how much beer is consumed. We saw a advertisement for the Tallinn Summer Festival with the tag line, “the biggest beer fest of the year”.
Between 500-1000AD beer was used as a sacrificial drink. It’s still religiously consumed. The local favorite is Saku Beer, which, by the way, has American actor David Duchovny shilling for them. The other Estonian label from Tartu, a nearby city is A. Le Coq, whose motto is "Asi on maitses", "it's about the taste".
For non drinkers (all 10 of them), there’s a Non alcoholic beer called Kali that the Estonians refer to as Estonia coca cola or many drink Kvass (made from fermented black bread). It’s considered to be non alcoholic, even though it does actually contain 1.5% alcohol.

Now some of you might think a beer guzzling population will never amount to anything. Au Contraire!! Beer consumption in Estonia has fueled some of the most unique achievements known to mankind.

Estonians have dominated the World Wife Carrying Championships by using the ‘trademarked “Estonian Carry” with the wife hanging upside down from the husband’s back with her legs wrapped around his neck. In some places, the prize is the wife’s weight in Beer.

In 1996 Mait Lepil became Estonia’s 1st banana eating champion by eating 10 bananas in three minutes. In order to save time he didn’t peel them.  He won a free trip to the Canary Islands, but he would have been happier if the prize was beer.

And in 1988, what started out as a friendly “beer drinking” sing-along turned into the even larger beer drinking “Singing Revolution”. Yes, Estonians won their independence from the Soviet Union by singing rock versions of national songs. In four years, over 3 million people (and probably a few million beers) sang themselves to freedom until 1991, when the Soviets finally gave up and left.  A stunning tribute to the power of Rock and Roll.

Since the Independence, Tallinn has become the favorite pub city for Finlanders who can’t afford to drink in their own country. It’s less than an hour away from Helsinki by ferry boat. And it’s the Party Mecca Brits who are always looking for a cheap pint or two and quiet street to piss or vomit. The bars here have names like McCools, Hell’s Hound, Scotland Yard, Harley Davidson’s, Molly Malone’s and Bonnie and Clyde. There’s also the “Beer Hall”, loosely modeled after a German Beer Hall only with louder music. And that’s just in old town. New town is filled with casinos, strip clubs and larger, more outrageous bars. One of the British Travel companies specializing in Stag Parties is called “Piss Up Travel”.

Now, I’m not saying the old town is just one big “Piss up”. During the days, the partygoers are no-where in sight; they probably don’t get up till late afternoon.

Even though the city has been pillaged, sacked and bombed quite a few times, it’s still one of the best preserved old towns in Northern Europe. Most of it was built in the 17th-19th centuries but the walls and towers go back as far as the 11th century. It looks like a movie set and most likely it’s been used as one at least a few times.

Our hotel, The Three Sisters, combined three 15th century merchant houses into one really beautiful hotel. Our 2nd story window faced the street, and air conditioning is only in the 3rd floor, but for the most part, the nights were cool and quiet. OK, there was the construction project that started up at 8am one morning, and the party in the street at 3am one night, but the rest of the time it was really quiet. The room was beautiful, the breakfast delicious and the WIFI was free.

The hotel is very close to the 15th century St Olav’s church. Between 1549 and 1625, it’s 525 ft high (159m) Gothic spire was the tallest recorded building in the world. But after the fires of the early 17th century (yes wooden buildings always catch fire) it was rebuilt to its current height of 406 ft (123m). St Olaf’s was also the site of the first Christmas tree when on Christmas eve in 1441 a group of young drunk merchants decorated a tree, danced around it with some local babes and then for the grand finale lit it on fire. Beer drinking is an old tradition here.

The first thing anyone does when they get to Tallinn is to walk down to the Raekoja Plats (the Town Hall Square); the town Hall is in the center, surrounded by cafes and buskers.
The second thing you do after arriving to Tallinn is sit down at one of the cafes around the Raekoja Plats and have a Saku beer, fried herring, and fried crab fingers. Once you’re greased out with a belly full of beer, it’s time to visit the town.
There are lots of museums in the Old Town. Tour guides like to point out that the Old Burchart Pharmacy was opened 70 years before Columbus discovered America. Back then it dispersed remedies made of fish eyes, lambswool and powdered rubies. It’s still a pharmacy today, but the stock has definitely changed. In 1725, Peter the Great summoned Burchart to St Petersburg, but the great pharmacist arrived too late. Now it’s a quaint museum on one side and an operating pharmacy on the other, although they stopped selling fish eyes and ground up rubies a while ago.
The Occupation Museum displays an interesting collection of memorabilia and film from 1939-1990 during both the German and Soviet occupations. When the Estonians removed the Soviet statues after the independence, many of them ended up in the basement storage of the Occupation Museum. Every once in a while someone goes down there and dusts them off.

The old town might be mostly 17th century but the walls around it are much older. Given the fact that the city was sacked and bombed so many times, it’s amazing they’re in such good shape. Maybe because they’ve lasted this long is why the Estonians have given most of the towers endearing names. The 15th century, 50m (165’) “Tall Hermann” tower is the flag bearer along the wall of the old fortress of the Toompea, now the Parliament building. The first Estonian flag flew here in 1884. The German flag was raised here during World War II and the Estonian Soviet Socialist Republic flag was raised here from 1944 till 1989; the Estonians didn’t use the Supreme Soviet Socialist Republic flag. They had their own. I guess there was a “favorite son” feeling from Moscow towards Estonia going back to the days when it used to be a Russian province in the 18th century, even though during the Soviet “Red Terror” over 60,000 Estonians (5% of the population were killed. Another 10,000 were deported o Siberia.

Other towers include “Fat Margaret”, “Megedi”, Virgin and Kiek in de Kök (peek into the kitchen), where soldiers used to say that from the top of the 45m (149’) tower they could look into the kitchens of the houses below. We entered an archery competition at the base of Kiek in the Kök. You pay for 5 arrows and if you get the top score, you win a bottle of alcohol (of course). Gretchen had never pulled a bow string before but she got all her arrows into the target. I used to be really good at slinging arrows when I was about 16, but I haven’t had a bow in my hands in over 40 years. Still, I did manage to put 2 blue, 2 red and 1 black, but no bull’s eyes and no free beer.

There are enough museums with wax figure recreations of executions, Viking funerals and other medieval interests to keep one busy and out of the rain for a day or two. Or there are always the old churches. Old cities tend to have lots of old churches. Although they’ve been rebuilt after many fires, some of them, like the the Holy Ghost and St Nicholas churches go back to the early 1300’s. The Dome Church on Toompea was consecrated by Valdemar (the Christian Viking) in 1240. And for the Russian population, there is Alexander Nevsky Russian Orthodox Church built in 1900. When we visited Nevsky church, there was a funeral in progress. Tourists were walking by the dead body as if they were visiting Lenin’s Tomb. It was weird.

After the Independence, 50% of the Russian population stayed; and why not. This a beautiful place and they’d lived here for most of their lives. The Estonians and the Russians endure each other although there are a few flare-ups now and then. In April 2007, when the Estonians moved a Bronze statue of Soviet soldier commemorating the lives lost by the Soviet heros during the German occupation from the center of town to a more remote location, the Tallinnian Russians went crazy. In the riots that followed, the shops of the Old Town were looted and smashed. Three months later, when we arrived, we still saw the remains of the broken windows.
Most everything here is written in three languages. The Russians use Cyrillic Russian, the Estonians use a Finnish-Hungarian mixture with 14 tenses). And then, there is English, which Estonians refer to as their official second language. I know if they all speak Estonian and Russian, how can English be their second language? I tried to ask once but the question was too confusing. The answer I got was. “yes, English is our second language. We learn it in school.”

Tallinn is a lot more than just the Old Town. We did venture out one evening to catch a film in the enormous Coca Cola Cinema Complex. You don’t just buy a ticket to the film, you actually buy a seat. You’re shown a seating chart as you purchase the tickets. The film (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix) was almost sold out and our seats were towards the front and to the side, but the theatre was cavernous and the screen set far enough away from the front row of seating that there were no bad seats. Even the first row had good viewing without folding your neck behind you.
As the film ended, I got up to leave, thinking Gretchen was right behind me, but when I looked around she was no-where in sight. I tried to spot her but once I realized that every other women in Estonia looks just like her, I moved aside and waited for her to find me.  Not many Estonian men look like me.

For our last night we managed to get a table at Vanaema Juures (Grandma’s Place) on Rataskaevu Street near the Town Hall square. It’s one of the most famous of the Estonian cookeries in the old town and really hard to get a table. We lucked out.  It’s good old home cooking, Grandma style and it’s delicious, from the sweet black bread and marinated herring salad to the pepper crusted beef filet cooked in apple plum sauce or the braised lamb with gorgonazola sauce. The cavelike basement dining room is a bit stuffy and the décor is bizarre. An old 1940’s TV sat on a ledge above us and played 1940’s polkas while a clock nearby chimed every 15 minutes while the rock and roll extravaganza called “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised” in the rock theatre above the restaurant tested it’s sound system at full volume every few minutes.  But none of the distractions annoyed us. The food was that good.

We played it safe and ordered familiar looking choices, staying away from dishes like tongue known as “gossip’s fate”, or boiled pork in jelly made of bones, hooves and heads or sauerkraut stew with pork and taters. We also heard that bear eating was big in these parts but not at Grandma’s place. We saw no bear on the menu; but then again, they did just give us the English version.

One last note.
The Three Sisters (our hotel) has just opened up a new and really beautiful place called the Telegraaf Hotel. If I had known about when I was booking rooms there would have been no decision. This is the place, contemporary, comfortable, an a clever nod to the old telegraph and post offices that once inhabited the building. The carpet is design with old postal stamps, the bathroom wall paper is designed with old postcards. And it’s a 2 minute walk from the Town Hall Square.
Gretchen arranged a spa afternoon at their spa and said it was one of the best treatments she’s ever had, and at a very reasonable price.