Hotel Baltic Inn Palanga

... aus, wenn ich einen Beweis habe, dass ich hier richtig bin!!!<br>Gut, in Klaipeda angekommen (soetwas wie das deutsche Hamburg, größte Handels- und Hafenstadt, industriell pulsierende Metropole des größten der drei baltischen Staaten), habe ich erstmal nach meiner Orientierung gesucht. Ich wollte ja zum Fährhafen. Zack, die Landkarte abfotografiert und wollte eigentlich schon weiter, da wurde ein Mensch mit riesigem Rucksack von nem Litauer angesprochen. Den hilflos wedelnden ...

... dark at night when walking back, but didnt feel unsafe to me. From the hotel to old town takes around 15 minutes on foot. Most of the way is a shopping street. The old town it self is small and not very exciting, but has some nice restaurants and bars. I had dinner somewhere outside in the city centre, which was very cheap. This being a Sunday evening, it was pretty quiet. <br>

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 ...

... very sore. Walking is painful with every step. I can't figure out anything in particular that caused it. I walk with difficulty to dinner, a great Armenian restaurant. Their translations for food are off. I order lamb shank (thinking Osso Bucco) and it turns out to be rack of lamb. Still works for me. I do several infused vodka shots and some brandy to hopefully ease my pain for sleeping. I skip the bars and opt for bed. It still after midnight. Everything is later out here.

... publicly until the late 1980s. So, although not many people know, you can go and ask the ranger to show you the remains of the base, the control room and the massive diesel generator used to run it, the 25m deep silos, and the slide back mounds on top (yes, very Bond in Thunderball!). Awesome. Imagine trying to see that prior to 1991 when the country was under Russian rule.

... went on to show us an even cheaper room (I didn't think it possible). It was the storage room where she kept bikes and outdoor stuff. I didn't even see a bed! I guess some people are pretty desperate. On the walk back to town I asked the guys where the toilet was and they explained that it was where the sink and shower were. I said I didn't see any toilet there and they replied that the large drain hole for the shower also served as the toilet!!! OMG that is sooo gross!!! I ...

... race competition which looked as if anyone could enter we thought about entering winnie but didnt want to put all the fancy cars to shame. Claire was gutted by the time we had set up camp and got back into town it was all over so no pics ahhhhh bet your all really sad. The best of it all was they closed a public highway for all these petrol heads as if they would do that in England no chance..........

Klaipeda er altså Litauens tredje største by og har kring 200.000 innbyggjarar. Med det er den mindre enn Vilnius og Kaunas, altså dei to største byane i Litauen. Men byen er større enn mindre kjende byar som Siauliai og Panevezys. Litauen er eit artig land. Med sine 65303 kvadratkilometer og nesten 3,4 millionar innbyggjarar, er landet det landet i verda som liknar mest på Irland kva gjeld folketal og areal ...

... with no problems and head for Leipeja the unofficial rock &amp; roll capital of the Baltic. The Lonely planet map is as always useless and I end up getting lost once again and this time I do not chance across anything of note for doing so. The Hostel is brand new, in fact there still building bits of it, and about half full, mainly with German school kids. Cook dinner with an English guy who I had bumped into briefly elsewhere, but no-one is ...

... of everything nice had been destroyed. Was pleasantly surprised with how nice the town was and how comfortable I felt walking around everywhere (again, I had been warned). Found my way to the ferry terminal and froze a little waiting for the ferry to take us across to Smiltynes. Once on the other side I had quite a bit of time to kill until the next bus to Nida. I went to the pub and had some lunch (I am guessing everyone has figured out by now ...