Ive got 2 smelly truck drivers in my room
The drunken kiddies run around talking about how cheap the booze is
The old man stops and asks me to look up the scores of the ice hockey
The lady stops and tells me in swedish to turn off the computer
An american guy asks me about wifi and cant believe its free
People wonder the hallways endlessly doing laps like joggers in a park
Downstairs they sing english pop hits and swedish schlager karaoke songs all night long
The TV is in german but come morning it will be the local estonian channels
Thats fine, the swedish never rise that early anyway
Actually the beer is more than the Systembolaget
Theres only 1 place I can be: Tallink Ferry from Stockholm to Tallinn
I love this boat. There’s something about being in the north and taking a ferry somewhere. In the summer its the midnight sun. On a clear night its magical. In the winter its the cold and the ice outside. You can really feel like you are some kind of Estonian viking, travelling to far off lands to plunder. These days however, they suffice with selling them overpriced booze.
Its good to be home