I was at Henry's Bar about two fridays ago when i run into a pal of mine; actually he almost knocked over my table as he hassled in with his notorious rack sack hanging over his shoulder. Unusually positioned at a table for two right by the door, seated on a high stool and sipping on a glass of Rose wine
, i was a little bit startled by his sudden presence before me, but quite frankly this was a welcome surprise. It had been some time since our last meeting and even then it was in the busy theatre hallway. If i recall well it must have been just a broad smile of acknowledgment before his tall lean form had drowned in the mass others.
Well after an awkward greeting he embarked on telling me about his imminent holiday trip before school recommences. He's chosen destination: Estonia.
"Oh lover of horses, Estonia 
" my brain exclaimed.
Naturally i did not hesitate to coarsely probe Why and How. He's response was equivocal and left me doubting, for a brief moment i wondered if this was just an Aussie thing, to go burrowing in the depths of Europe. Now you might be thinking "how opinionated is she?" 
, but i am sure a few of you are just as baffled as i am about this unspoken of geography.
At the end of this chat with my dear pal, little on Estonia had been achieved as he too, in the spirit of Christopher Colombus, is yet to discover this land. Nevertheless, curiousity now has me by the scruff of my dollar.
Does anyone have any impediments against camping in Estonia? 
I have now given myself two weeks to get e- acquainted with this 45,125 sq km plot along the Baltic. I hope to get back to you on it
.