tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7306390.post2118764758698414109..comments2008-06-05T21:42:47.984-04:00NJKShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590202868145100795noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7306390.post-2153860615095213242008-06-05T17:40:00.000-04:002008-06-05T17:40:00.000-04:00Geocaching Estonia;<BR/>Useless Sven is lucky to have escaped alive. I was not the only tour victim who wanted his hide. When the tour began, I specifically asked him if there was a shuttle we could take back to the ship when his part of the tour was done. He told me he would show me later. After the last stop I asked him where to catch the shuttle and he said I should have asked him earlier.<BR/>Back at the dock I had 90 minutes before we had to be back on board and a cache only 1/2 mile away. I power walked to the cache area and discovered that it was in a parking structure. I started up the ramp but was made uncomfortable by the signage, the red slash/circles in a foreign language. Since there was another cache just over a half mile further and I still had almost an hour, I went for that one. A search determined that it was in side a bus station. Time was running out so I gave up and hustled the mile back to the dock as fast as I could. I was only about ten minutes late but I was not alone. There was a long line of us stragglers waiting to board. Many were getting off Princess cruise chartered buses. The couple behind me informed me that they had caught one of the many shuttles that were lined up down town. Thanks a pantload Sven!Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17969043473205626855noreply@blogger.com