As Shay pays the bus driver for his ticket, someone taps on the driver’s window:
Person: When does this bus arrive in Trakai?
Bus driver: (Shrugs) I don’t know.
Shay: It takes about three quarters of an hour, doesn’t it?
Bus driver: I don’t know.
Reminds me of when we started our flight to Tampere from Stansted, and the pilot came over the intercom and said we’d be going via Dover, before correcting himself.
We’ve now gone back to Riga, and today we’ve taken a train journey down the road to Jurmala. They have the biggest trains I’ve seen – it’s a bit like a house on wheels. With park benches inside. It only cost fifty pence, which is better than back home. The weather is very nice British seaside weather – overcast and drizzly.
Parnu tomorrow perhaps. Or back to Tallinn. Who knows?
(There should be accents on some of those letters, but I don’t seem to be able to get them on this computer.)