2009/06/29 on Inlinern by the Baltic metropolises and estnische widths
Black ice pulls the gently waved hill country through in the lonely south of Estonia. Narrow, glattgeteerte highways schlängeln itself uphill and downhill by apparently endless forests. Behind each third or fourth summit a black-greener lake schmiegt itself into one of the many valleys. That was the most fastidious part of our distance, route leader Helge in the evening the troubles of the ten German Inlineskater will balance.
