The Great Baltic Border Expedition article is coming along nicely. Here is the beginning, subject to change.
The Finn looks at me with a bemused expression. Before us, an Estonian farmer is wearing little more than a Speedo (and appears to be smuggling potatoes). The Austrian, the Dane, and the Netherlander are discussing something (me?) in a foreign tongue. And the Brit mirrors the Finn. Their looks say it all: “Is this guy for real?” Or maybe they're saying "Nice package!"
Regardless:
I am standing at the edge of Estonia, mere metres from Russia. There are no fences, no Russian guards, but there are ominous looking cameras perched on poles. Are we being watched? Probably. Would it be a good idea to make quick, illegal, visit to Russia? Tempting. Do I want potatoes for lunch? Definitely not.
Cheers!
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