Nothing beats a girls’ weekend trip! Add a heatwave and a beach party on that, and you’ve got an epic recipe for the ultimate weekend trip.
At the end of July me and my 2 friends directed our noses South-wards. One of the girls is moving to Sweden, and she wanted to have a little leaving party in a spa town on the Western coast of Estonia, Pärnu.
We could not have asked for a better weather for the weekend! A massive heatwave hit the Northern hemisphere the day we were due to board the bus. And more happiness ensued throughout the weekend in the most surprising ways!
We had booked an apartment only 2 weeks before the trip. When we arrived there was nobody to receive us. We opened the gate to the yard and an old Estonian lady poked her head through. She didn’t speak English, we don’t speak much Estonian, and she looked completely confused having 3 girls trying to get into her yard.
Eventually we managed to get to an understanding about the fact that we were actually expected by the old lady’s daughter, and she allowed us in. There was a tiny wooden house right next to the gate, but the lady led us down the hill to the second tiny wooden house on the yard.
When we walked around the corner we all had a quick intake of breath and went “HELL YES, PLEASE!!” We had been greeted by a big terrace with a sofa arrangement and a sunbed. Plus a barbecue! In front of the terrace we had the most picturesque apple tree with a little swing hanging off it.
The apartment was tiny; tiny living room, tiny kitchen and a bedroom with one big bed and a bunk bed. Despite being tiny, the apartment was newly renovated, clean and very cozy. And we weren’t going to spend too much time indoors anyway, with a terrace like that! Or so I thought…
We arrived so early in the morning, that we had the whole Friday to spare. Girls had heard of an alpaca farm somewhere close to Pärnu, so we thought it would be a great idea to go and check it out.
Getting there was a tad complicated. Getting a taxi was easy enough, but our driver didn’t seem to have any idea where he was, where he was going, and how a GPS works. It took him forever to find our location, even though it wasn’t far from the city center. Then we spent quite a while trying to figure out where exactly this alpaca farm was.
Eventually we got there. We were delighted to see that it wasn’t just an alpaca farm; it was a mini farm with loads of animals. The first thing we saw was the enclosure with plenty of goats. Looking right we saw a baby sheep bolting through another enclosure.
We were laughing at the baby goat running away, as if it was scared of us, when a guide pointed out that it wasn’t a baby, but a mini-sheep. How adorable!
After getting our tickets and a cup of carrots to feed to the alpacas we had about 20 minutes to walk around the farm on our own. I will go more into detail about our adventure on the farm and our alpaca encounters next week, so stay tuned!
While saying ‘hi’ to llamas, mini-sheep, bunnies and chickens we got a first taste of what was going to flavour our entire weekend; blood-sucking, biting, in one word violent insects. I managed to catch a brilliant moment on my video of the llamas when a horsefly bit Monika, who reacted instinctively and hit Karin. Instagram gold :D
From then on we were tormented by horseflies, mosquitoes, giant spiders and “scissor-asses”, as we named the bug in our bathroom. I’m not particularly fond of bugs, especially since one horsefly bit a good chunk off my knee, but I was calm as a cucumber next to these two!
No matter where we were – on the farm, on the terrace or at a beach club – these two would jump, cartwheel, squeak and run in circles when any sort of an insect was anywhere near. I felt positively stationery.
We had a little river running in front of our house, but despite the risky, bug-infested environment, we laid our lovely picnic on the terrace table on Friday evening. It was as chill an evening as can be.
And SURPRISE! All of a sudden we got some extra visitos; first a little black cat came to say hello to us. She wasn’t at all timid, as many cats are, but let us pet her and kept watch on us from her special place next to the barbecue. Within no time another, much furrier cat followed. This one was a proper attention whore!
We named the black cat Evelyn and the furry one Truls. Norwegian names, since we had a Norwegian among us. The cats brought a unique, absolutely wonderful extra element to the whole weekend.
The next morning our number 1 priority was to get some cat food from the store for the evening. We prepared for the day at the Pärnu beach with a fresh portion of fruits, muesli and yoghurt.
Me and Monika had to go for a wee adventure to get coffee; we hadn’t bought any, but on the way to the store we had noticed a pub and decided to go and see if they had coffee.
Turned out the pub was part of a guesthouse for motorcyclists. So, there we were, in our minishorts and little tops, at the bar with a pub filled with big men in leather vests tucking into their breakfast. We got out alive and the coffee was the best we’ve had in the country.
After breakfast it was time to change into our bikini, order a taxi and head to the beach. With the rest of Estonia, it seemed. The beach was packed!
What I really love about Pärnu, is the fact that when there, you feel like you could be in any Southern European beach town. The vibe is more relaxed than in Tallinn and the beach is like any fabulous beach on the continent.
We bought beach chairs and went to cool our toes in the sea every now and then. One time returning from the sea we found my chair occupied. A random woman had decided to take over my chair despite all our bags being there. Thankfully she spoke English and left my chair in peace when we pointed out that these chairs were not free to conquer.
When hunger approached we went to search for pizza. We found some right by the beach at the beach club’s terrace. Convenient in the sense that we could at the same time check the premises, because we were coming to this particular beach club in the evening for a beach party.
Returning from the beach we made a detour to the shop. The number 1 on our shopping list was cat food for both of our furry friends. The second most important thing was more wine.
We returned home to find Evelyn at her safe place on the terrace waiting for us. It was so incredibly hot on the terrace that we let her in and gave her some food. Truls also turned up on the terrace, but since he looked a bit mean towards Evelyn, we took his food out to the terrace for him.
We ate some chicken salad and then started getting ready for the evening. Italobrothers was performing on the Pärnu beach, but in the end the DJ who performed before them got our votes. The Italobrothers’ gig was the shortest in the history of gigs; about 30 minutes. Nonetheless, we danced our feet away!
For once in my life I managed to measure the amount of alcohol versus the amount of water drunk during the night, and thus completely avoided hangover! I’m starting to get the hang of the life of a 30-year-old.
Which was pretty good because we had all day to wait in 30-degree heat for our bus home. We wiled away the time on a terrace where they had a playlist of the best songs from the 90’s playing. We danced and sang along to passers-by’s amusement, and slept the whole 2-hour ride home.
I arrived home happy as ever, itchy all over the place thanks to the hundreds of mosquito and horsefly bites. My knee sported a memento of the horsefly’s bite for a week onwards, but thankfully it went away eventually.
Here’s proof to you that awesome holidays don’t require traveling for thousands of kilometers. Instead, the next awesome trip can be found in the next city. ♥
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