Hotel Ambassador Vilnius

... die Straße ein Stück weit** hoch laufen, warum nicht auf die nächste Grünphase warten, warum nicht einfach umdrehen?<br><br>Vielleicht ist diese Sinnkrise ein ganz bewusst von d** Evolution entwickelt** Prozess, um alten Ballast aus v**staubten Hemisphären zu entf**nen. Um sein &#8222;Bis jetzt&#8220; zu resümi**en, um Fäden zu sammeln und sie zu ein** festen &#8222;Ab jetzt&#8220;-Kordel zu drehen, die auch stark** Belastung und Witt**ung trotzt.<br><br>Vielleicht sind ...

Day 4 - although it seems like longer - and shorter - at the same time.<br><br>Gotta say - renting an apartment is one of my better ideas. I can get up and eat without going out. I'm right in the old town so I'm close to everything.<br><br>No classes today but I went to a lecture by a Lithuanian poet - Laurynas Katkus. Very informative. He talked about the literary scene - before and after the USSR ...

... Vilnius ... Oh one other "by the way". Yesterday I said that Vilnius was part of USSR between the wars - it wasn't. It was given to Poland in 1919 and only returned to Lithuania at the end of WW2. Anyway back to after breakfast today. Today we started the day by walking to the Dom, the Cathedral. This is a Catholic Cathedral, but under the Soviets it was a picture gallery. Originally it was a wooden church to worship the Lithuanian thunder god. In the 1500s it was ...

... foreign, i.e. non-Uzupio national freedom of movement around the republic. So I took a stroll through back-streets and seemingly neglected alleys, inspected dilapidated and run-down houses, trod through the grass or rather weed which was present in no negligible quantities, certainly larger than it is the case in more conventional republics, and found an open-air gallery - or maybe an open-air atelier - with quite a few canvases which no one seemed to either work on or care for ...

... Svytury's beer, and a seemingly artery clogging "Fried bread with cheese sauce". It's a snack, but I know that's a good thing cos I'll go out tonight and eat something in the wee hours of the morning. I have 2 beers, eat the unbelievably good fried bread. Simple yet awesome. I get into the Old Town at the time when dusk is just about to take over. I take the opportunity to grab a chair at the roadside café, order me another beer, and people watch and go snap happy. I ...

... search of what Ruta and I didn't care about, i.e. some crowded and smoky joint. It appeared to me this was the coldest evening since I had arrived. It was even somewhat windy, so every piece of outfit like cap, scarf, gloves and so on was welcome. We slipped down onto Katedros aikst&#279;. As there were no Russian tourists, the square around the Cathedral was more deserted than two days before. Almost naturally, we touched upon the subject of Russians. And NATO alliance ...

Getting to the edge of Warsaw was complicated and all the people I spoke to had a different idea of where the best place to hitch from was. I ended up taking something like three buses on an outward and northerly path. When I finally got my first ride he just took me 2km down the road then let me out, which was good except that I was in a bad position now for cars. I stood there for an hour or so before I really decided that I would have to walk back in ...

How nice does it feel to get to a clean guesthouse? Lovely. Anyway off we went into Vilnius with Virg as a guide. There are 40 churches in the centre of Vilnius but no matter, it is still one of the most beautiful cities I have visited. Hopefully the pictures speak for themselves. Part of the city has declared itself an independent republic (can you do that ...

... goes around like 4 times and then drives to the hostel which was 200m from the bus station! THE *******. He was taking the absolute **** out of me and then when I went to pay I gave him a 50 and he started yelling about it - does he think that at 1am in the morning, I have time to change my 50 from the ATM? And a 50 isn't even worth that much - it is like giving someone a $20 in Australia. So I get the hostel and I check in - it was quite bizarre, the first thing I see ...

... destination. It feels like a tourist destination with a large square and outdoor cafes. I crossed the border into Lithuania on Monday. The Polish police nodded at me through the window and I was meet at the Lithuanian border by a soldier and a police man in a high peeked Russian style cap. They examined the photo in my passport closely and appeared to consult each other as to whether it was really me or not before waving me through. The road to Vilnius was quiet, scenic and ...