I went to Estonia without a plan, just for the hell of it hey all, when I hit the age of twenty-seven it was like something in me snapped. I was working a dead-end job, single, and living with my parents. Don't ask me why, but I woke up that birthday and booked random trips, one of which happened to be to Estonia. I landed in Tallinn, went to an Estonian restaurant and ate bear(!!!), and randomly got to know random locals. I've always been the type of Irishman who could talk to a brick wall and still not be the first to leave, so after a couple hours I got to know a group of Estonians who were headed down to this place in the country called Kabala. There were cabins, a sauna, the Vigala river. Lads. Oh my god. It was paradise. I still don't really know how I ended up down in that remote part of Estonia, but all we did was eat, drink, read, and swim for like a week. Unreal. After the week everyone headed back up to Tallinn, I said my goodbyes and had a look at what was around. They'd a ferry to Helsinki.…