Alita Palanga
Kretingos 54 Palanga, Lithuania
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The world’s longest spit
... the trails. It turns out that some of the group are superstitious – at the sculpture that was supposed to depict the "Gateway to Hell", Anthony and I were 2 of only 4 people to enter through the gate “into hell”. Also, nobody else wanted to pretend to play cards with the wooden devil.
We stopped for a coffee break at a small café after the walk. Stefan bought some of the local smoked fish for which the area is known and we all had a pick at it; it ...
Klaipeda
My only goal for Klaipeda was to ride the Curonian Spit and it was mission accomplished!
After multiple failures at trying to go on a multiple day bicycle "tour" I finally arrived at a place that suited this exactly - Klaipeda. If you look at the map of Klaipeda you will notice a 100 km long spit of land. Half belongs to Russia (Kaliningrad) and the other half to Lithuania. The Lithuanian side is full of bicycle ...
Curonian Spit & Computer "Spits" It.
... distance across, but as we headed towards the ferry it was already leaving. We saw an old boat with a sign out the front taking passengers over, for the equivalent of $1A each, and jumped on board. Probably illegal but it was fun!
We enjoyed a walk through the forest to the sand dunes then caught a bus right to the end of the Lithuanian section. Whilst on the bus heavy rain set in and we arrived at Nida with ...
We are sailing...we are sailing
... they can’t understand English or just walk away. Trying to become settled and adjusted I just couldn't keep quiet when talking to the receptionist who gave us our cabin keycards. While sympathetic she knew exactly what I meant and promised to speak to the officers. Of course at this stage nothing can be done. We will be among the last off. Lesson…never be early to board a car ferry. This did not happen out of Harwich and I ...
A Day's R&R
... Castle Harbour’s places have all been taken up by local boats. Actually, what I just said was not totally accurate, as we were directed out of the Cruise Terminal Harbour, round the corner to the Cruise and Naval Vessel quay and there we tied up against the wall, having passed a British registered elderly Nauticat (a cruiser sailer) saying hello as we did so. We were conveniently situated for the harbourmaster’s office and facilities and ...


