Martialis Vilnius
Bistrycios str.13 Vilnius, 10321, Lithuania
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My first Baltic stop
... about 5 but remembers having to queue for food, with a ration book and also holding blocks of cash. Similar to Germany with hyperinflation after World War I. We walk through the back streets to get to the city, pass old communist style apartment blocks and alongside the small national football stadium.
We found a small place to have a beer and sat outside. During the five minutes we sat outside, two ...
On The Loose... In Vilnius!
... Lina played me the original Bob Marley version of this song, I’d like to chose Redemption Song by No Use For A Name…. I have however been informed that although I can use the same artist twice (if in the same city) I am not allowed to repeat tracks, no matter how appropriate I feel that they be. Conforming to these new regulations, I present to you, Hello by Martin Solveig & ...
All good save the topless, mindless blokes
... state but the City of Vilnius became a part of Poland. In 1940, the Soviet Union occupied Lithuania, shutting down Jewish schools, newspapers, libraries and all the rest while nationalizing virtually all business and industry. In the meantime, the Nazis invaded Poland. Then, the Nazis violated their agreement to not attack Russia and rampaged through here on the way to the attack and ultimate 900 day of siege of St. Petersburg.
Lithuanian Jewry was wiped out in the process. ...
Saturday 2nd April - Warsaw - Paparazzi
Another long day on the bus. From what I can gather the mileage is not enormous (estimates range from 260K to 350M!), but the roads aren't that good so we can probably expect to arrive in Warsaw some time tomorrow.
We are now practically at the end of our first week and the first impressions of our group are beginning to morph into reality. For example, one lady that I would have thought was very reserved has turned out to be ...
Art and defiance
... right? After much confusion, we attempted to board a bus labelled with our destination, only to be shut down by the non-English speaking bus driver with a rude head-shaking grunt and hand gesture that clearly said, ‘get out of my face’. A trip to the ticket office confirmed the bus in question was in fact ours so it was back to the bus driver again. This time we were granted entry to the bus, with the assistance of the stewardess and much to ...



