On the ferry to Estonia. Taking the cheaper and faster cargo-oriented ferry again this time, from Kapellskär to Paldiski.

We keep going back and forth between our two travel alternatives. One year we take the Tallink ferry, effectively a floating hotel which leaves from Stockholm proper at six in the evening and arrives in central Tallinn at ten in the morning and does their best to sell us expensive buffet meals and tax-free shopping in the meantime. The next year we think of all the wasted time onboard and all the expensive meals, and we swing for DFDS, which has a bare-bones ferry (though clean and tidy and in good shape) which leaves at nine in the evening and arrives at eight in the morning, and puts all the focus on just getting us there. And after those trips we sigh about having to drive all the way to Kapellskär, and the thin cabin walls and the fact that there aren’t even any lounges to hang around.

The so-called sun deck is in reality a smoking deck.

The last meter of the deck before the railing is roped off and marked as “restricted area”. Did people use to, I don’t know, spit on the car deck below? Can’t have nice things because some people are idiots.