Best Eastern Klaipeda

... am besten hingeht:<br>Bagpacker- und normaler Rucksack in Kombination mit dem suchenden Blick, den ich ohne Spiegel bei mir feststellen konnte sind ein sicheres Zeichen für ortsfremde Reisende.<br>Dann wurde dieser Mensch von einem offensichtlich Ortsansässigen angesprochen und erwiderte lediglich eine hilflose Geste, die zweifelsohne symoblisierte, dass er der Sprach NULL mächtig war.<br>Kurz und gut, der junge Mann heißt Daniel und kommt aus den Staaten und ist seit 2 und für weitere 2 ...

... Amis sind ja so furchtbar! Offensichtlichere Floskeln gibs ja wohl GAR NICHT! Aber ich bin ja nicht unhöflich: "Where are you from?" - "US. Nice Shirt." - "Thanks."<br>Gut, dachte ich mir. Was für eine bekloppte Unterhaltung. Er musste möglichst cool wirken, als erfahrener Backpacker, Martina hatte Mühe ihre Augen wieder zuzukriegen, ich glaub er hats gemerkt, aber ich habe an seinen Lippen förmlich gehangen. War ja nun aber auch interessant was der Gute so zu erzählen hatte ...

... town there were no tourists, no people as it was off season. We felt like we had whole town only for us...and the beaches! <br>There are also interesting places to see nearby, including some of the highest sand dunes in Europe, fisherman's ethnographic museum, gallery-museum of amber, neo-Gothic church (built in 1888). <br><br><br>

It took just over 3 hours to drive from Vilnius to Klaipeda with very light traffic. The drive is a little boring, but comfortable. The Magnisima Hotel is in the new (er) part of town within walking distance from the old town and with a secure parking lot in the rear. The room (#7) is very spacious and tastefully furnished. The street misses a couple of light poles, so gets a ...

I am going to another beach town, Palanga, 30 min North. Micro busses leave frequently. They appear to wait until full which can be 2 minutes or 40 minutes (like to Nida). <br><br>This is a total beach resort. It's pedestrian walk even has Carnival type rides, huge cafes, ice cream everywhere &#8230; The crowds dwarf Nida. The beach has a volleyball tournament going on. I do my thing which is to walk ...

There is a 6:35 and a 7 AM bus to Klaipeda, a beach town on the Baltic Sea. I wake up at 5:30, before my alarm. I rush to make the earlier bus but I am told to go on the later one. English is not widely spoken. The ticket person knew numbers. The bus is a nice one, double decker and I am on top. 3.5 hours. <br><br>As I walked to the bus station, I passed a bar. Several people were there having their breakfast beer.<br><br>My back has been acting up. Had some issues before ...

... the marriage - it could be pretty insulting if we were actually married! We had a good laugh and went off to lunch at "Ferdinanda's", a Russian restaurant (sounds more Spanish than Russian, doesn't it?) that serves traditional food from an old Orthodox sect, using recipes handed down through several generations. Pretty awesome stuff. After, we went to the Domsaitis Gallery. The art was nothing special, but hey, it was only ...

... been clearly over charged for such a short cycle and such naff bikes we determine to get our moneys worth and carry on towards Smyltine and drop the bike off there. The second half of the cycle was less well sign posted and after an ill advised cross country section we finally get there with minutes to spare. However we can't find the Bike stand and after cycling round the tiny little village we chance across the tourist office. Although closed by now ...

... beach... NUDES!!! (wait a sec... what was the rest of the beach then? Mostly cute older couples walking hand in hand into the water, pasty bums jiggling in delight. There was also a young couple playing frisbee... which seemed to be rather dangerous. I mean... what if you didn't catch it and.... you've got NO protection... think of the children!!! Maybe it was the hours in the sun, and the mass nudity we'd already seen, but we though 'when in Lithuania, do as the ...

... were quite something! We returned to Nida and gave the bikes back to the old man. It turned out that we had missed the bus back and the next wasn't for 3 hours, so we sent Laura H into the bus station to ask if they might be able to advise. Thankfully a man who owned a Tour company was just heading back over to the mainland and offered to take us all. He was really chatty and it turned out that he was originally from Germany ...