Tuesday 4th July
It started to rain heavily this morning, just as we were finishing up our morning porridge. Frantically gathering up all our possessions and shoving them into the car alongside Lex, we settled in to wait for the rain to stop. A strange noise from the backseat disturbed the peaceful noise of rain hitting the car roof.
“Lex just vomited down the side of the seat,” I informed Morgan.
“Oh” he said, staring at mess sadly. “I’ll get the wetwipes. No, hang on a minute, he’s eating it again.”
Turns out, Lex had managed to eat a piece of tin-foil. Removing the chewed up ball of foil from the mess, we wondered how on earth Lex had mistaken this for food, and rapidly removed it lest he try to scoff it down again.
After a bit of seat scrubbing, we drove across Lahemma National Park and got ready to start a long hike. Lahemma is known for its long, beautiful coastlines and miles of deserted white sand beaches, and it didn’t disappoint.
After the rain stopped, we spent a while enjoying having a such a beautiful spot all to ourselves. Of course, I wanted to go swimming, but unfortunately, Lex realised and instantly sprung into action to prevent this, as you can see here:
So we unclipped his lead, and he promptly ran around in mad glee like this was his plot all along. Released from my own bonds, I went for a quick swim after all!
According to signs around the park, Lahemaa is famed for its “erratic boulders,” which we assume are these huge clumps of rock mysteriously found throughout the forest and beaches. We kept a close eye on them, but the boulders didn’t do anything erratic whilst we were there. So we climbed up onto a few of them. Even Lex managed to scramble up one all by himself!
One giant boulder even came with a huge ladder!
Curiously, there aren’t any cliffs to explain the boulders presence, meaning the boulders are likely the result of the last ice age ending 10,000 years ago.
Apparently, Estonians love to forage in the woods, and we came across a useful guide to wild mushrooms posted in the forest.
“Brilliant!” exclaimed Morgan, studying the guide in earnest. “We can forage for our dinner!”
He then set off into the woods, studying the mossy floor intently.
“Here’s one! Oh, but it looks like the umm… Stinking Parachute. Er, which is one of the poisonous ones…” Morgan muttered to the surrounding foliage.
“We do have food in the car my love,” I shouted over to him.
Morgan continued muttering to himself.
“More stinking parachutes… well, it might have to do if I can’t find anything else.”
“I’m not eating poisonous mushrooms dear,” I shouted firmly. This came as a great disappointment to Morgan, and it took a lot of persuasion before he would leave the woods and cook dinner using shop bought ingredients.
Several hours later, Morgan was still fixated with the mushrooms.
“I wonder how poisonous they were anyway” he mused aloud. “Would you actually die, or just vomit everywhere?”
“We’ve had quite enough vomit in the car for one day, I think,” came my firm reply.
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