Vielen Dank alle und gute Nacht! Is presumably what Nick would have said had he actually been able to speak German, rather than just look the part. But none could deny it was a look he wore well. To recap, the gentlemen of Potters Bar set sail for Tallinn, Estonia. Most likely the furthest East many of the men had been, but like the brave faced Englishmen that they are, they kept a stiff upper lip and dug deep into the reserves and faced the cold, Russian front with honour and distinction.
In fact the truth was the Soviets had all left and what we were left with was beautiful sunshine. Which although we were lead to believe was uncommon for the area, based on the sheer volume of ladies with chimerical shorts, I’m inclined to think otherwise.
The people of Estonia have had to put up with foreign rule since about 1228. They’ve had to feel the brunt of the Danish Vikings. The terrible Tsars of Russia. The meticulous nastiness of the Germans. But I think nothing prepared them for the joining allegiance of two stag parties to form what was known as the Boat Race. A team of 30 men strong, took siege of a small Tallian pub and lined up to do battle. Each man’s metal was put to the test and I’m very pleased to say that none fell. Deciding a winner in this epic battle was too close to call and instead the teams joined forces for an aerobics session of Biblical propotions in Tallian’s main square.
Other highlights had to be the shooting range where we were literally given free reign over some of the most deadly weapons known to man. And putting them to good use too. Night time food or lack of. The rise and fall of the funnel. Crisso the best tour guide and all round Mrs Motivator Kroons can buy. A bar crawl consisting of 1 bar. Pissing off strippers. And Frank the Tank who I feel lived inside all of us at one time or another.
Good work Gomez and well played Mr Sykes. Set aside a good 5mins or so to enjoy the pics, there are quite a few.