Ma tean sind kurat võtaks!

I fucking know you - in estonian.

Yeap, i met estonians again but more about that later.

Almost emty port at 4 pm.

The yachts usually arrive between 6pm-9pm.

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Thursday evening after i finished money hunting i went back to the port.
There i sit always in front of Senequer (restaurant) because of wifi. The password is the year it was founded (you can find it under the logo) - your welcome!

And there was the yacht Level C again i started speaking with one stewart who had a lot of stories and life experiences. We talked 3 hours about our crazy adventures.
One thing i should try out is to have a relationship with a stripper. That seemed like a lot of fun.

This yacht i like a lot because its remade. Third deck is chopped down and then second deck is closed completely.

I dont take photos of Porche-s here because in St-Tropez they are like Honda or Ford.
But this one is a classic.

If you want to get somewhere fast its a stupid idea to follow the masses.
By day time when there is a lot of pedestrians on the street i take these small parallel streets where there is no people.

Friday night i was in the port like usually.
There one of the yachts captains first mate started speaking with me and later brought me food and beer.
Nothing else happened i think.

Saturday night i met two estonians (boy in the middle and the girl on the right) again.
And the crazy thing is that the guy knew me and i didnt know him.
He said that he had seen me partying a lot in Estonia and remembers me because of my crazy lifestyle there.

But they had beer, wine and rum so they invited me to join with them. It sure did feel good to speak estonian face to face. But still somehow in the middle of the sentence i always went over to english.

When we had finished our drinks we decided (the girl decided) that we want to dance. So we went to the front of a club and danced outside. There is just no way that we would pay that kinda high price to get inside. Plus i some of us had a back pack which eliminated the possibly anyways.

Sunday morning i got an early wake up call by the nature itself. Normally the rain starts slowly with few drops and then escalates. But this time i got all the water straight away. So one minute later i was soaking wet and there was no cover where to run.
After three coffees and a lot of water the sleepiness and hangover started to fade away. So i went back to the street.

There something really awesome happened.
These guys and girls came next to me and my sign. They started playing music, singing and dancing. And that attracted a lot of attention which for me brought more money.  That was their way to give me support.
There should be more people like them.

In the evening i had a drink together with my friend Ferdinand (the guy on the left) and Stuart and we said goodbye and wished the best for Ferdinand. He is cycling to Italy for the winter.

And now im going to visit the french girl from last post. I know its not going to be one night so this time i planned two nights. Might be easier to follow the plan.

So far 3118 km

Ps. The blog will be renamed to www.roadtomyfreedom.blogspot.com at 10 of september!