Welcome to Mark Your Landing Spot — a travel blog for island lovers and city wanderers.
Here you’ll find personal stories, detailed guides, and the occasional ferry schedule — all written with curiosity and care.
This is a travel blog for island lovers and city wanderers who prefer slow travel and hidden places over checklists.
I’m a journalist and editor who’s walked through medieval ruins, hiked Baltic islands, and very nearly missed an international flight (lesson learned).
This blog is where I share the best of my journeys — with an eye for detail, a pinch of humour, and a soft spot for remote places where you can buy ice cream, bait and batteries in one stop.
Jaanipäev bonfire in Estonia — a midsummer celebration of light, warmth, and mosquitoes.
Why did you start this blog?
To stop retelling the same travel stories to friends ten times — and because I always forget details from my trips. Now I just look them up here.
– Estonia – where folk traditions still live, forests are everywhere, and the capital mixes medieval charm with modern cafés — all in a country quietly leading the world in digital government.
– Finland and Scandinavia – for nature, quiet, and the way people treat both — plus the social systems, which feel fairer and more balanced than in many places.
– Italy – for the world’s most beautiful lakes, the flavours, the landscapes — and that feeling you might never leave. And yes, the Dürer Trail is up there somewhere too.
Also: any island — the farther north, the better.
How do you plan your trips?
I love the planning stage. I dig through maps, ferry routes, and obscure accommodation options until something clicks. Once I’m there, I leave space for detours.
Biggest travel fail?
I once almost missed a flight to Canada — it wasn’t even on the departures board. I just sat there calmly… while the whole plane was already waiting. I made it (barely), but I’ve double-checked every flight since.
Tips for budget travel?
Travel independently. Book guesthouses early. Skip overpriced attractions. Some of my best memories came from asking locals, not following guidebooks. One time I stayed in an old boathouse on a Baltic island — nearly free, and the sea was right below my bed.
