"You rememba' the Asian kid who used to live with me?" - Second morning at Helsinki

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The plan for the second morning was to visit the grand flea-market. We drove to Hietalahti and to our suprise, instead of 200 sale places there was only 1 small table with few things on sale. Nonstop rain, early morning and Tuesday had not brought together that many people.

With outside flea-market plans ruined, we started walking torwards the inside market. My dust allergy kicked in and I didn't enjoy the market as much as Britt, who found navy guitar, "party materials", spiral bowl (?), and many other useful things.

I called the morning successful when I found myself a pair of spy wayfarers and we started looking for Pizza Hut to get something to eat.

You could really make a movie like "Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle" about our trip to Pizza Hut. We sat into a random tram since we had "special public transport" tickets and we could drive everywhere carefree, thinking "we'll get home somehow". Our tram changed its line number during the ride and usual 5 minute drive lasted 45 minutes this time.

Finally stepping out of the tram near the Pizza Hut we couldn't find the Hut's entrance so we went to the grocery's, bought ourselves frozen pizza and enjoyed that instead.

blouse - second-hand | skirt - zara | shoes - link | bag- miu miu

Teise hommiku plaaniks oli ära käia kirbuturul, mida ma Britile kõvasti reklaaminud olin. Sõitsime Hietalahtisse ning meie kurvastuseks (ja üllatuseks) oli ~200 müügiplatsi asemel 1 asjadega kaetud pisike laud ning teine samasugune ilma asjadeta lauake. Vihmasadu, hommikune kellaaeg ning nädalasisene päev ei olnud kohale kutsunud just väga palju rahvast. Välikirbuturu plaan oli rikutud ning seadsime sammud sisekirbuturu poole. Minul tekkis tolmuallergia ning ei tundud sellest just palju mõnu, aga Britt see-eest leidis sinise kitarri, "peomaterjalid", spiraalkausi (?) ja palju muud. Lugesin hommiku kordaläinuks, kui leidsin endale spiooniprillid ning me asusime teele Pizza Huti poole. Sellest võiks teha samasuguse filmi nagu "Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle". Me istusime suvalisse trammi, kuna meil olid "special public transport" piletid ja pm võisime sõita kuhu iganes carefreelt, mõeldes, et "küll kuidagi ikka koju saab". Meie tramm vahetas poole sõidu peal numbrit ning tavapärane 5 minutine sõit kestis seekord 45 minutit. Lõpuks Pizza Huti juurde jõudes ei leidnud me hüti ust üles ning läksime poodi, ostsime külmutatud pitsa ning nautisime hoopis seda.