Margis Trakai
Penkininku k. Trakai, 21103, Lithuania
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Oh, this place is totally amazing.
It's a tiny city 40 mins by bus from Vilnuis, the capital of Lithuania. It boasts two castles - one in ruins, one literally made me say 'oh wow.' The population is tiny, surely they could just about share one castle between two.
The castle is on an island, only accesible by footbridge over this HUGE lake, which ...
Businessmen, they drink my blood
... execution rooms. And I walked in all of them - preserved in their 1980s form, smelling stale and dank.
After this, I needed cheering up, and decided to head back to the hostel. Here, I chatted to Brenda properly - another girl who I felt a tiny connection with, and wished I spent more time with her. By the time we were having a proper conversation, she was needing to leave back to New York - just like Barbara in Poland, I was making my social ...
'Sleeper' train to St Petersburg
... some new voices down the carriage - realised it was English! I heard the voice say words like London and Beijing - sounded like he was taking a similar route to myself? I waited a moment to overcome my British reserve, then went down the corridor to find where the voice was from.
Found two oldish guys two compartments down - one was the Welsh (close enough) that I heard- the other a Lithuanian. Got talking to them (well - mainly the Welshman - the other guy ...
Kommunikation, Globalisierung und ihre Mängel.
... dass ist wie eine gnadenlose Strafe für mich... Ich muss immer schwarzen Kaffee trinken, die verstehen nicht, wenn ich mit Milch sage. Ich mache alles richtig, wie es in der Karte steht. Aber anscheindend gibts für Kaffee mit Milch und Zucker einen Geheimcode oder das ist eine Form von Rassismus. Außländer müssen schwarz trinken. Lieber also keinen Toast bestellen.... ;) Tja, aber oh Wunder die verwöhnte Deutsche stellt fest: Auch mit Blasen an den ...
Castle, Lakes and Hospital
... and we were on an island, near the castle. There was a sandy strip and we sat down for a picnic. The kids wriggled into their costumes and waded out into the water.
Within a few minutes all of them had cut their feet on something in the water, whether it was mussel shells or broken glass, I don't know, but Saskia's was particularly deep. I pressed the towel onto it and made her lie with her foot in the air, but it bled for a good 15 minutes, quite ...



