Estonia was my shortest stop. Coming in at night from Latvia, the only way I could fit the schedule together was to fly out midday for Ukraine.
I had given up renting a car due to severe after-hour charges from the all the agencies (after hours start at 6 pm), so I planned to stay within the confines of the UNESCO-listed Old Town of Tallinn. That seemed too much like surrender, and despite lack of attractions I felt to be must-see, I still wanted to get out of the city, as I always strive to do when visiting a country. So I was delighted when the chatty reception at Hotel Braavo located a local agency with a car to hire. Hotel Braavo doubles as fitness center and spa, not the only one in Tallinn, and that deserves a post of its own.
A short sleep and I was heading to Tallinn’s suburbs for the former Soviet nuclear submarine base at Paldiski. An hour later I looked mostly in vain for dramatic Soviet remnants. Most has been picked over by looters, and areas of town are given to a new port and economic zone.
On the road back I noticed a brown scenic spot sign in Estonian that began with the word Holocausti. My GPS and guidebook made no mention of the site. I turned into the forest road to explore the sadness laying ahead.