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The bus pulled up in Kaunas early evening, and we found our way to the hostel with no trouble. We ate the leftovers of the food we didn't eat on the bus, but soon set off for the supermarket as we still felt hungry. We cooked some burgers and chips and then caught up on some sleep.
After a lazy morning, we left the hostel at lunchtime to take a walk to the old town. Just as we left the rain came, so we dived back in to grab our raincoats and set off ...
... skin tight stone washed jeans, leather boots, leather jackets, and high pony tail with random make up
Nope, classy, classy classy.
After 3 hours of cocktails and devine food we held our breath as we asked for the bill to head back and crash out.
65.00 euros later.
3 hours of cocktails.
I will be giving Jazzbar a very high rating on tripadvisor.
Tomorrow, off to old town!
... for. Which was quite nice once I got up there but it was quite hazy or smoggy that day. I made my way back down and went for a stroll through the nearby park, making my way down the hill and past a Soviet-era amusement park apparently it’s still used but I don’t think I would risk it given the state of the rides I saw. The park paths dropped me back at the main pedestrian street so I went and grabbed some beef stew from a nearby bakery/café for lunch. It was ...
... every intention of sneaking us in through the exit doors. The door lady would nothing of this idea. "No monastery for you!" Sigh. Soon enough our trusty van was back to take us to the Kaunas yacht club. Part of the river was dammed for hydroelectric power creating this busy site. We walked around and took in the calm waters.
The highlight of the day was dinner at Alvydas and Irena’s house. It was the dinner that never ended. ...
... bring out a scrapbook of old photographs. After some discussion, the bus picked up Lione, too, and we were on our way to visit the farm where Barb's grandmother was born. The relatives ventured out into the field to collect some plant life and actual ground, and were soon accompanied in Lithuanian song about the clover and daisy falling in love. As if this was not enough reconnecting with roots, the next stop ...