Things I Learned on Vilsandi (Spit of Island west of Saaremaa, for the confused):
- The little island has it's share of odd natural mutations in the local fauna. Such include the killer-swallows that swoop at you relentlessly whenever you cross the farm's yard, the bohemian woodpeckers that value a good sound of a small wooden house over food for days and the uncommon earwig, that's just Friggen' Big.
- I have a kind of an affliction to injuring my right hand in many different kind of ways, including but not limited to: slamming the fridge door so the thumb gets stuck between the door and the 'ridge' over the door, scratching myself over a dust-bin's uncovered screw, slicing the skin between the thumb and the index finger with a knife while attempting to dry it (slippery blighters..) and getting it bitten by a horse.
- Vilsandi is afflicted in storms as I am in injuring my right hand.
- The only exception to the former is the President. Vilsandi storms either fear his presence or the presence of his Secret Service. In either case, Presidential visit meant a day of sunshine in an otherwise week long rain, thunder, howling winds and general muckery of weather.
- In terms of puddle jumping vs. rainstorm fishing, rainstorm fishing wins.
- In terms of rainstorm fishing vs. speedboat traveling, speedboat traveling wins.
- Even in water up to my chin, it is still possible to seriously scrape one's knee upon divings. Still, the water was crystal clear, so that made up for it :3
- Kuressaare airport is very much like Kopenhagen airport in the sense of the approach and landing. In case of Kopenhagen you spend 5 minutes on approach over the sea and the final last 10-15 seconds watching tarmac go by and land. In Kuressaare, you spend all but the last two seconds between approach and tyre's hitting asphalt going "Ohshiterockstrentchesgrasslandrocksrock
rocks!"
- You don't quite miss tea until you've gone a week without.. And although I do not think myself addicted to gummibears, they were sorely missed. (Note: There is no store on Vilsandi. Even if there were, I highly doubt they'd sell 'em)
- Cows are scary up close.. And no, I don't mean this in a City-slicker-never-seen-one-alive sense. I mean it in a sense where it's midnight, there's one staring you in the face, with a calf, a whole bunch of party people shouting and laughing around and being in a semi-fenced area.
I'd get nervous too, honestly..
- Estonian islands can only be classified as Large, Small, Smaller, Smallest, Tiny and Spit-of Lands. Seriously, when compared it all makes sense.
- I forgot how much I loved Dannyl <3 (*discovered she still was half-way through The Magician's Guild, which she started reading, oh, around November last year?*
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