So I stumbled into Tallin, and naturally went straight to Old Town. How's this for a quaint dining atmosphere?

Unfortunately the Hostel that LP raved about had been out of business for two years. (Yes my book was new). A couple others I tried didn't answer their doors, so I soon gave up and rode up into the hills to Kloostrimetsa, a campground 6 km east of town, in the middle of a big forrest. Check it, in the middle of this small campground is a biker bar named "Route 66". No rice-rockets here, mainly Harley's. Go figure.