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... airborne for 32 hours before unfortunately they crashed and didn't complete their mission. We also saw a statue of Vytatus who was once King of Lithuania among other things and was greatly respected by Lithuanians. Our tour eventually took us as far north as we could go without crossing the river where we found a little beach - I like to think of it as the Lithuanian Land's End! With the weather like it was the only people here were fishermen in ...
... row 11 I throw my luggage into the overhead and start to crawl over the aisle person to be met by an airplane wall.
Every other window seat has a window.
Claustrophobia sets in and I'm grateful for my 7am pint.
As the plane takes off, the seat belt sign goes off quiet quickly and Rusher and I ascend the 45 degree angel incline up to the front of the airplane to relieve my bladder and Rusher notices 3 empty seats at the front. With a ...
... 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 ...
Ok, it is already PAST, but never going to be forgotten. I just pop up all the story here.
It started late May, when my mom and I went to movie, while I was waiting for my bus which took me to 3 months adventure. Late evening I got into the bus with friend, we rode to Poland and the trip was boring. Met another friend over there, we spent all boring day in the airport still eating Lithuanian things, that our moms stuffed our luggage's. But believe me, we ...
... with me. That morning, after a
percolated coffee and a bowl of stail mussly Jamie got his hands on a
guitar and I found a pear of bongos. We sat out on the tinny balcony of
the monks bunk hostel and jam'ed. A medley of chillys songs and few
others besides. It felt great to be makeing music gather again and it
felt like the city had brought it out in us. Though Oli if you reading
this then know we missed you most off all then.