Well it had to happen.  What did I expect coming to the party capital of the Baltics?  The place runs amok with cheap English stag wankers, strippers and shady Russians.  Of course I would choose such a place to epically fail in my attempt to get things back on track.  For a week I’ve been spectacularly …

Alright so it’s gone a bit pear-shaped and I find myself in the Baltics, slightly off route, but nonetheless the show must go on and I’m getting to see more countries anyway.  I managed to persuade a nice French chap (and incredible pool player) to give me a lift to Parnu, then after a week …