Five and the Adventure of F- f-fl-flying

You know, I hate flying. I don't even have any fancy dreams about flying, because I hate it so much.
Exactly one week ago I punished myself, once again, and made a one-day-trip to Denmark. That's just utterly silly.
Why didn't I punish myself with a daytrip to Vantaa insted?



No, I had to see one exhibition, so I made four flights in one day just to do so.
Everything went on fine until we arrived at Gothenburg Landvetter International Airport,
which is Sweden’s second busiest air hub, as you can see from the photo.


Five minutes before the departure we were standing outside, staring at this:



Before I managed to say there's-asolutely-no-way-I'm-going-to-place-my-ass-in-that-tin, I was pulled inside and the plane was in the air.
I looked at the Chief Curator, who comforted me.
CC: I have flown with a similar plane at least twice before and it was just bloody awful. Well, it wasn't this windy, though.
The pilot: Welcome to the flight to Aarhus. It's going to be a mixed pleasure. The wind is heavy, but you might see some fabulous thunderstorms.

The hell I will, thought I and was right. I couldn't even watch out from the window, because I was so busy with the lovely flight attendant, whose name I have already
forgotten, but I will call her Tytte.

Tytte: Do you want some juice?
T Fox: Well, erm, yes, thank you.
Tytte: Here's a sandwich for you.
T Fox: Oh, thank you. Is there any meat in it?
Tytte: Oh, I've got a special carrot sandwich for you.
T Fox: Well, thank you.
Tytte: Any coffee? Tea?
T Fox: Coffee, thanks.
Tytte: Chocolate?
T Fox: Oh, well, I shouldn't but...
Tytte: Wine? White? Red?
T Fox: Yes please. White, please.

Tytte leaves me struggling with my meal. I am busy trying to keep all the stuff on the tray. The plane bounces and I pour some wine on my lap.
The plane bounces again and I try to find the parts of the sandwich, which are trying to hide inside my bra.
Pilot: We start landing now.
It's impossible to eat all that stuff when your flight lasts for half an hour. I try my best. I drink wine like a sponge. I eat sandwich like a mad squirrel.
Tytte: Want a packet of baby carrots?
T Fox: No thank you.
Tytte looks disappointed.
T Fox: Okay then, thanks.
Suddenly it feels like I was part of an Enid Blyton flight. All that food and so little time. Where's the ginger ale?

The plane lands. I forgot to hate flying. My humble thanks, British Airways.

The Pond of the Pregnant Oyster

and some other Berlin photos now available here.

Anyway, the city was brilliant. Last time I was in Berlin it was around year 1995 and I remember it was all grey and rainy. The streets were too wide and there was nothing to see, really.
Well, now... it was grey and rainy and the streets were bit too wide and the city was full of huge, shiny and new buildings, but there was definitely much to see. Except that the thing we went to see, the Berlin Biennial, was... erm... empty like Berlin in 1995. I wonder where the art was?
Well, because the Biennial was slightly shitty, we run through around 30 galleries instead, but really can't remember anything anymore, except Chiharu Shiota, whose work we'd love to see in Helsinki soon.


Gallery Dog
Originally uploaded by Taiga the Fox.

I also visited Deutsche Guggenheim, which was erm, bit tiny. Because it was like that I saw the huge Hamburger Bahnhof. To be honest having a golf cart would have been handy there. I also visited the Pregnant Oyster, Martin-Gropius-Bau and Neue Nationalgalerie collections, where I saw some wonderful works of Rebecca Horn of many. We also met lovely Ann-Sofi and visited Jeppe's wonderful studio.

I will always be in shame, because when I was so concentrated on finding the right U-bahn, I forgot to take my camera with me, when I met lovely Bowleserised and darling BiB, who were utterly fabulous and great talking about sauna, vodka and blogging and other essentials of life.





I am in the eye
Originally uploaded by Taiga the Fox.

Shiny happy table

Auf Wiedersehen. My new love and I are going to visit Berlin.
Whilst waiting for new photos to arrive you can look at the four clumsy practice shots.


shiny happy table
Originally uploaded by Taiga the Fox.

Uncle Lenin has a nap

...and other snapshots from Latvia finally uploaded on my Flickr home.
It took just 9 months to do it. People tend to have babies faster than I virtually glue my virtual photos to my virtual album. [sigh]



click the photo

[Sigh] Italy [Sigh]

The dinner is served
Originally uploaded by Taiga the Fox.

Grotesque beauty


Pescatori al Pistacchio
Originally uploaded by Taiga the Fox.

Bakery


gondolier
Originally uploaded by Taiga the Fox.

Prosecco, Bellini, parmesan, panini


Cappuccino
Originally uploaded by Taiga the Fox.

Cappuccino


Gelatelli
Originally uploaded by Taiga the Fox.

Anguria gelatelli


Pasta for the Goths
Originally uploaded by Taiga the Fox.

That what made me have black teeth

Few flights and couple of blokes called Leinonen.

I don't particularly fancy flying. Even less now when I have booked flights from KLM. I read their website which proudly announced: "You can choose from the following special meals:
* Vegetarian
* Fruit
* Asian vegetarian
* Strict vegetarian
* Babies
* Children
* Diabetes mellitus
* Cardiovascular disease or elevated cholesterol
* High blood pressure
* Gluten free
* Lactose free
* Muslim
* Kosher
* Hindu "

What I apparently couldn't understand was the word intercontinental, so I booked the flights and only later found out that they serve only basic catering meals on European flights. I seriously thought if I really should get a flight to USA and back on my way to Italy, but then I remembered this beautifully creepy sight and decided that I probably wouldn't like the taste of Diabetes mellitus anyway.

Well, later that day I was delighted about the shade of the skies.



If you visit Helsinki when I'm away, you should visit Taidetuunaamo by an artist Leinonen.
The words "Katso tuunausvideot" means "look at the tuning videos".

Also, later that day I was invited to a secret party, ate a secret cake, drank a secret coffee, didn't taste the ingredients of a secret bottle, but saw a secret singer called Leinonen.



Here is he singing about something small and warm [pieni ja lämpöinen]. You can learn the lyrics whilst I'm swimming in Laguna Veneta.

Baltic Fast Forward

I'm pretty much bored with the Baltic Snapshots. Who would like to have 8 more of these? No, I thought so. So, here you are, a quick player:

Day 3: We spend the whole day in the Aquapark. I didn't know it was such fun to stand under a huge pirates' water bowl.

Day 4: We find out that Jurmala beach is 30 kilometers long. I get tired of the paradise after 5 kilometers of walking.

Day 5: We see the widest waterfall in Europe, an odd village of dolls, canalrunning competition and spend a night in a b&b, which has got the most wonderful garden I've seen in ages.

Day 6: We find out that the Swedish-Finnish army has destroyed most of the old castles. I try to sound less like a hakkapeliitta. We find out that all the shops are filled with Finnish dairy products and chocolates. We see lots of Finnish banks, clothes and furniture shops and hamburger bars. I'm not used to the invasion I see, so I concentrate on looking at the castles and mansions, which aren't destroyed. We come back to Riga and see how a lorry pushes a small Fiat ahead. I look at the calm and quiet faces of the Fiat people and wonder what would my face look like if I knew I was probably going to die under a lorry in few seconds of time. I think about it all evening, even when I find out that we share an apartment section in the hostel with a large French man who wears only a towel and a cigar all day long.

Day 7: I wake up and try to get a shower, but I hear a low voice saying Bonjour behind the bathroom door. The kitchen is filled with smoke and a young woman wearing only tiny micro-shorts. We spend the day in the castles and caves of Sigulda.

Day 8: We leave from Riga and Latvia for good. It's Mr Fox's birthday, so we spend a night in Estonia in the Sangaste Castle, which is a sort of a copy of the Windsor Castle. Outside. Inside it's just like it was when used as a pioneer camp. We had bought two bottles of bubbly and thought to enjoy it in the library when the kids were in sleep. Well, they aren't. After midnight J is finally sleeping and A almost. I raise my hand towards the glass and hear a horrified scream Harry Potter! coming from his mouth just before he climbs to Mr Fox's bed and pukes all over him. We clean up. The water coming from the tap is green and smells like it was already used in 1949. I find a bottle of something, which promises to make floors shiny and clean, so I gently wipe Mr Fox with it. "Well, at least it was memorable", I say, "...and well, exactly xx years ago a midwife was probably doing something like this to you, so happy birthday."

Day 9:We drive away as fast as we can. Shower in Tartu.

Day 10: We accidentally find the grave of Herman Hesse's grandparents. Back to home.

More photos will soon be uploaded here.

Baltic Snapshot 1

One very early morning in July.
Mr Fox, A Fox (5), J Fox (6) and I stuff ourselves into the car and take a ferry to Estonia. We notice soon that one very important paper is missing.
[Note to self: place a sweet and softly toned domestic conversation number 1 here]

An officer in the harbour: Where are you going?
T Fox: To Latvia.
An officer in the harbour: Oh. I don't know... they might never ask the paper, but if they do, they will probably stop you and you have to leave your car there. You have two options now: go or don't.
T Fox: [after a very long second]We'll go then.

Three hours later we are in Estonia.
We drive through the country.
We stop twice.
Eight hours later we arrive to Riga without a proper street map. Do you know how many one way only- signs there are in that town?
[Note to self: place a sweet and softly toned domestic conversation number 19 here]

I take only three photos during the day. Imagine that.

Odd old things from an unknown place.

Travel Day 6

Another night in another city.
My colleague accidentally breaks another hotel room key. I don't have to pay for that this time, because I have my hoofs in my own room, where I watch the telly and find out that there is an upcoming railway strike in that exact area where we are breaking all the keys.

We eat a quick breakfast, pack our bags and hurry through an important media center meeting towards the railway station.
We buy four tickets to Baden Baden.
We wait for the train to come. It doesn't.
We wait for another train to come. It comes, but late. We hop in and are going to meet some colleagues of our colleague, but we are seriously getting late and we agree she should go alone, whilst we could just enjoy of the atmosphere.

We arrive to the railway station and notice immediately it is a wrong Baden Baden. The right one is several kilometers away, so we take a taxi and arrive to the right Baden Baden just in time to realize we have only an hour to spend there. My colleague runs away and the taxi leaves. There we are then, standing in the middle of the street.
T Fox: Has anyone been here before?
Colleague one: No. Do you have a map?
T Fox: No. Where are we going now?
Colleague two: Let's have something to eat. There must be something really nice near here.



There is. We find a place where former Russian novelists were eating greasy sausages about hundred years ago, before going to the spa. We don't have time for bathing, so we just eat some greasy sausages, except me. I eat greasy crusty kartoffel and look at lederhosen behind the geraniums.
We still have 20 minutes after paying the bill. Now the only thing is to find a taxi. It should be an easy job in a place like that.



We walk down the street. It seems to be a different one than we used before. We walk the street until we reach the end and that is when we notice it's only for pedestrians. We walk back and take another turn. There isn't any sign of a taxi, so we ask a shopkeeper. The lady tells us there is one in that direction. We walk to that direction but the only thing we find is an alley and the the only vehicle is a miniature sightseeing train.

We have 15 minutes left. We start walking faster, to the wrong direction, but we find an empty bus stop. Apparently it will take 20 minutes to the train station by bus and then it will be too late already. "We shall miss the train now!", I shout when we pass the bus stop. The bus comes. We run back, but it is too late. "We shall definitely miss the train now!", I shout. We turn left and find the restaurant we just left. "Can't we just go there and ask them to call us a taxi?", I shout, but the colleagues just walk faster. We turn left, but it's an even smaller street. We turn left and we are standing in front of the wrong train again. "I hate sightseeing!", I shout and take a photo. We have 10 minutes left.



Colleague one: How long did it take to drive here?
Colleague two: I think 10 minutes.
T Fox: I will call the colleague. Maybe she is still somewhere near.
I call her. She has arrived at the railway station already.
T Fox: We are still in the wrong Baden Baden and there isn't any taxi around. Where did you find one?
Colleague: I don't know what street was called, I just took a taxi. Hurry up, I don't know if there will be any more trains back to Karlsruhe and if we are missing the last train to Frankfurt, we will miss our plane back to home!



We start running. My colleague asks from a boutique if there is a taxi stop around. She points to the direction where we just were. We turn back and run faster. "There is a taxi!", I shout and wave my hand. The driver doesn't stop, but he shouts something at us. "Probably that I am the only taxi in the village...", I cry, but we have to go on. There isn't anything in that direction, except an empty square with a glorious fountain. We turn back and stand in front of the sightseeing train again.



My colleague sees an old lady. She is looking like she has sunbathed in Baden Baden since 1923 and her dog in the bag yaps, but she smiles at us like a queen of Saba and says: "Well of course there is a taxi stop here, love, just behind that bush".
We look at the nearest bush behind the miniature train. There are at least ten polished cars, just waiting for us.

- Later in the train to Frankfurt -
T Fox: If someone asks me to take part in Amazing Race, I have to say no.
Colleague: But, do you personally know anyone else who can say she has taken a taxi to Baden Baden, just to have a short lunch there?
T Fox: Oh.

Travel Day 5

What is it with the thing that you try to remember something and you don't remeber anything at all. It wasn't even something what happened 36 years ago, we're talking about days now. Anyway, all I can remember about that lost day was that we went to Karlsruhe and I saw a lovely Chinese screen with a moving image and my colleague ate an exploding Vulcano pizza. That's nothing much to tell you about, is it?

Cemetery of the Living Bed

July 1994
Amsterdam

We all were feeling quite tired; me, Mr Fox and our friend "Muzzy". For two days we had been travelling, first by a ferry to Stockholm and then by a train across Sweden and Denmark.
Because we were young and extremely thirsty, we had eaten just some crackers, cheese snacks and chocolate cakes.
Because we were busy eating crackers, cheese snacks and chocolate cakes we hadn't had time to think about sleeping, until we wanted to just sleep forever and have some dreams of cheese cakes. Because we just wanted to sleep, we didn't think it was July, which was funny, because it was +30°C outside during the night, my lips were dry and my black short skirt had turned to be light brown because of the heat. Possibly because of the heat we hadn't booked any accommodation and it seemed like everyone else had done so.
Clever bastards.

Mr Fox: Where are we going to sleep?
T Fox: Can't we book a hotel room from there? [points towards the Cinderella's castle type of building with red carpets and elegantly waving flags]
---silence---
Muzzy: Last time I was here, we were sleeping in a rather nice youth hostel. It takes just about twenty minutes to get there... by train.


So we went to the Railway Station, only to notice there was just one local train leaving at that time of night and it was going to the right direction. We jumped in and had a lonely ride to a place called Bussum Zuid. What we found in the darkness, was a sleepy dormitory town, but no place to sleep. The owners of the posh buildings were dreaming of their rectangular lawns, where the worms were at deep sleep, dreaming about whatever that is the worms dream of.

Mr Fox: Where exactly is that youth hostel?
Muzzy: Well, I think it was somewhere here or there.

The direction there led us to a bigger rectangular lawn, where the weeping willows silently whispered over the stone beds for the eternally tired ones.

T Fox: This isn't a youth hostel. I think it is a cemetery.
Mr Fox: So, besides you are beautiful, you really are bright too.
Muzzy: Stop it. I think I know that path there.


So there we were, silently walking our way, heavy backbags increasing our joyful mood, when we saw a flat warehouse on one curve of the track. Three men standing near a dented Chevy van, looking at us, climbing inside the car. Suddenly we were standing in the spotlights.

T Fox: What was that noise?
Mr Fox: Did they start the engine?
Muzzy: I think they are after us. Run!


To be continued

At the age of 22 T. Fox makes a courbette

Mr Fox: How much time do we have left?
T Fox: Half an hour, just and just. Our train leaves at five. Track two, Südbahnhof.
Mr Fox: So we have time to buy... Südbahnhof?
T Fox: And this is Westbahnhof. Run!
.... Hey, man there, yes you! Is the Südbahnhof far away?
Hans-Jürgen Huberübergrueger: Sehr.
Mr Fox: Take the map! Hurry!
T Fox finds the map, runs, reads, speculates, jumps, turns right and left and whines.
Mr Fox: You can stop the whining [edited version], I can see the station. Unbelievable! We did it!
T Fox: I am quite good at reading maps.
Mr Fox: Wait... let me see that map.
T Fox: Sure.
Mr Fox: This is a map of Florence, not Vienna!


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Words in Finnish:

Kartta = a map
Juna-asema = a train station
Hypätä = to jump
Valittaa = to whine

When the Fox was Fourteen, She Watched a Sci-fi Film in Margate

Last Monday it was + 10 C degrees outside. Nicely warm, damp and dark.
Today it is -12 C, crispy and white. Unfortunately I didn't see anything behind my frozen windscreen. But I knew it was all there: slippery pavements, blue skies, snowflakes on your lashes, taste of the wet mittens, kids' tongues stuck onto frozen metal.
No wonder we're on the Lonely Planet's "Go List" amongst Antarctica, Central Bulgaria, Northern Patagonia and Cornwall.

Whilst scraping on my screen I thought about my own Want to Go List and it's irritating impossibleness, but also the places where I had already been.
Like Isle of Thanet. What made me travel there when I was 14? Of course now, twenty years later, I know it really isn't an island like Isles of Scilly or Isle of Man.
But I have never been that good with directions and instead of Isle of Wight I ended up living in Ramsgate with my best friend Katarina, a butcher, Avon lady and two Swedish girls. [Hej Carin och Susanna, om du läser det, hälsningar!]

One day In Kent:
T. Fox: Oh, I'm so glad it's Sunday and we don't have to eat those horrible pastries.
[Every day our small Tupperware boxes were stuffed with small pastries filled with some brown, unidentified meat and gristle, which was stuck between the teeth and possibly made me vegetarian in the long run.]
Katarina: Do you know where Emma and Steven are?
T. Fox: No.
Katarina: So, let's have a feast! [opens the food cupboard]
T. Fox: Mmm... hungry...
Katarina: Do you want to eat Weetabix or Weetabix? We don't have any milk though.

The cupboards were empty. Jut half a box of Weetabix.
After five hungry hours we still had that half a box of Weetabix.
T. Fox: Have you got any money?
Katarina: Nothing left, I'm sorry.
T. Fox: I have just the amount for the t-shirt...
Katarina: You've got money, you little [censored]!


So, we took my money, went to the shop near the fish & chips, where I got a love letter from a shy school boy.
[Hello Simon, I saved your letter.]
We bought ten Twix bars and four bottles of Fanta, and I didn't have that pink "is that your banana in your pocket"- t-shirt, which might have been a good thing after all.
Now, twenty years later I know I should have invested in property.


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Words in Finnish:
tuulilasi = a windscreen
ärsyttävä = irritating
matkustaa = to travel

The Fox Family Holiday - Chapter 3, where T. Fox wants to be alone, but turns to be the very avatar of pandemonium

T.Fox wants to be alone. She wants to drink at least one decent cup of coffee.
She wants to look at the Murano styled glasses in the museum shop.
She wants to stay a little bit longer staring at the wall.
The cubs want to have fun.
Mr Fox thinks the wall-staring means T. Fox is either mad or angry or both.


The Fox family tries to visit the antique shop, but the cubcuriousity tries to kill the owner.
They go out.
T. Fox: I'm going back now.
Mr Fox: No you won't.
T. Fox: Yes I will.
(Silence)
Mr Fox and the cubs go on walking.
T. Fox: I'm going.
(Silence)
T. Fox [loudly]: Why can't I have just five minutes of my own? I just want to buy a nice postcard!
One! Postcard! Five! Minutes!
Mr Fox: You've got your five minutes. [sits down and starts staring at the clock]

T. Fox can't find the street where they were, because she was concentrating on her rant.
She finds the shop, but there are too many postcards. The owner looks at her suspiciously. All the postcards are used, except one.
T Fox buys the one and runs. She comes back after 4 and a half minutes. She spends another five minutes sitting on the bench, while the rest of the family eats some snacks.
T. Fox looks at the thing she bought. It isn't actually a writable postcard. Its an old stereoscope card from France, probably.

T. Fox wants to buy stamps.
The line to the desk is impressive. The cubs look at the comics, Mr Fox looks at the maps.
Finally T. Fox can give her postcards to the woman behind the desk. She counts the cards: 11 to Finland, 1 to France, 1 to Slovenia and 2 to England.

Ms Post: What is this? [points the card's text "United Kingdom"]
T. Fox: It says United Kingdom.
Ms Post: Yes, I can read, but what is it?
T. Fox: Well, it's England.
Ms Post: Why didn't you write England then?
T. Fox: Erm...
Ms Post: Why did you write England on the another card?
T. Fox: I didn't, he did [points at Mr Fox]. He likes to write England, I like to write United Kingdom.
Ms Post: So, two to England then.
T. Fox: Yes. No. Can I have one more? [remembers the stereoscope card] and an envelope please.
Ms Post:Would that be to United Kingdom too?
T. Fox: Yes, please.
Ms Post: So three to England.
Ms Post gives T. Fox two different kind of stamps for Finland's postcards and single stamps to elsewhere.
Ms Post takes everything back.
Ms Post gives T. Fox single stamps to Finland and two different kind of stamps to elsewhere.
T. Fox pays and goes away. The cubs can't wait anymore. T. Fox tries to hurry up.
T. Fox operates with the pile of stamps and puts the postcards into the box.

The Fox family goes to the beach. It's almost empty. She feels lonely. The sand is wet and light camel brown. The cubs dig it. It's black underneath.
T. Fox notices she has got three stamps still with her.

The Fox Family Holiday - Chapter 2, where The Fox Family arrives to Kuressaare and T. Fox turns to be a mother

Taiga Fox is speechless.
She has heard of this island, but she didn't believe.
Now she is amongst them, who can smile knowingly to the others.
She walks through the old pebble paths and smells the history.
She looks at the vanishing painting of the houses, limestone chambers of the castle, old trees waving up in the sky, fossils on the beach.
It is The Kuressaare Chamber Music Days, but the streets are fairly empty.
The island was opened just about 15 years ago*, she thinks. Why didn't she come earlier? Well, at least she was here before the old Mac Donald.

The cubs: We want hamburgers!

T Fox finds the burgers, walks slower, visits the toy shop, buys some Fanta, looks at the ants on the pavement, picks up the dropped hat, takes the cubs to the toilet, cleans up their ice-creamy faces, buys a new pair of sandals, takes the cubs to the park, listens to them fighting, finds them something to eat, washes the muddy trousers, picks up the horribly noisy toy, gives a shoulder for the wounded, climbs up to the castles roof, watches out the little ones won't drop down,
has an exhausting pedalboat trip on the moat, calms the cubs by saying there really aren't any dead warriors at the bottom, wonders if that's why the water is so green,
walks faster than she really could, takes the cubs to the toilet, finds something to eat, goes to the suburban supermarket, tries to find snacks for the evening and cheese for the sandwiches, picks up the dropped items, says the cubs they
can't shout so loudly, cleans up the bubble gum from the t-shirt, stays still when the cubs want to see football-playing, listens to an argument, explains what happens in the cartoon, tries to find the missing clean sock, combs the hair, brushes the teeth, says there aren't any giant spiders under the bed.

She stays awake and listens to the joyful noises coming from the streets, thinks about the things she should do, watches how somebody's running in Göteborg and how Britney Spears sings in a road movie. She thinks about the giant spiders under the bed and hears how the music gets bit louder somewhere.

* During the Soviet era the island was closed to foreigners and even mainland Estonians needed an invitation to visit it.

The Fox Family Holiday - Chapter 1, where the Fox family leaves and T. Fox turns to be a natural born navigator

Sunday 6.8.2006

1.30 am. Taiga Fox packs everything.
2.30 am. Taiga Fox goes to sleep.
2.45 am. Taiga Fox wakes up, because she forgot to pack the passports.
3.00 am. Taiga Fox goes to sleep, because she actually didn't forget to pack the passports.
6.00 am. The alarm wakes the Fox family up.
7.00 am. The Fox family sits in the car.

7.30 am. West Harbour, Helsinki
Mr Fox: It says clearly on these ferry tickets: "You must arrive one hour before the ferry leaves". Why are they still waiting for the passengers of the 8.00 ferry?
T Fox: Because our ferry leaves at 9.00 am.
Mr Fox sulks.

8.00 am. A woman: Tickets, please.
Mr Fox gives her the tickets.
A man: Passports, please.
Mr Fox gives him four passports.
The man: Car Registration documents, please.
Taiga Fox remembers this is the thing she didn't check out. She searches, but there are no such documents.
8.10 am. Taiga Fox finds the documents.
Mr Fox gives the papers to the man, who looks like he'd like to have another job.

8.11 am. Mr Fox drives towards the sea.
Taiga Fox: Stop! I think we'll have to stop here.
Mr Fox: But the woman clearly said: "Follow the path 2." This is it.
Taiga Fox: But can't you see the stop sign?
Mr Fox: Yes. I do see it, but we'll have to go to the ferry.
Taiga Fox: There is no ferry here yet.
Mr Fox: There is one.
Taiga Fox: It's quite big.
Mr Fox: It has to be.
Taiga Fox: I think it's located on the another side of the canal.
Mr Fox: Oh, it's one of those American cruisers.
The Fox family sits in the car.

8.45 am the AutoExpress comes.
Taiga Fox: Why did we have to be the first ones?
Some man gives the Fox family some hand signals.
Taiga Fox: What is he trying to say?
I think he wants us to drive somewhere.
Mr Fox drives towards the ferry.
Taiga Fox: I think that man wanted to see the tickets.
Mr Fox drives back.

9.00 am. The ferry leaves.
10.40 am. The Fox family arrives to Tallinn, Estonia.

10.41 am. Taiga Fox: Why did we have to be the first ones?
10.45 am. The Fox family is lost somewhere around the harbour's parking place.
10.48 am. Taiga Fox: Follow that car.
The car apparently goes to the right direction.
Taiga Fox tries to find out what road they are actually driving, finds the right map and sees they somehow have managed to drive through the Estonian capital.

14.00 pm Taiga Fox: What happened? How are we already here? We didn't get lost? Should we stop here? This village is called Kaali. (Editor's note: Kaali is a cabbage in Finnish).
There are no visible vegetables, but a shiny, odd thing standing on the field.
(Editor's note: This is the place, where the photo should be. The Blogger won't let the Fox add the photo. Close your eyes and imagine a photo of a shiny thing on the field.)
The Fox family finds a meteorite lake.