Tauras Palanga
Vytauto 116 Palanga, 00153, Lithuania
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The world’s longest spit
... the trails. It turns out that some of the group are superstitious – at the sculpture that was supposed to depict the "Gateway to Hell", Anthony and I were 2 of only 4 people to enter through the gate “into hell”. Also, nobody else wanted to pretend to play cards with the wooden devil.
We stopped for a coffee break at a small café after the walk. Stefan bought some of the local smoked fish for which the area is known and we all had a pick at it; it ...
Klaipeda
... is perfect for a two day ride. I decided to do the full Klaipeda to Nida route which travels the entire length of the Lithuanian side - 52 km each way.
Early in the next morning I rented a bike (35 Lt) and boarded a ferry. The ferry left from an original ferry terminal (there is now a new and improved terminal further down the spit. The ferry ride only lasted about 5 minutes and then I was on the ...
Curonian Spit & Computer "Spits" It.
... building in Klaipeda, with spectacular views over the Spit. The rain had now stopped and we could see right across to the other side from our dinner table.
Back to our room and in excellent spirits from a great day and a night out, disaster struck big time. Our computer fell off the bed ever so gently, but not so gently that it decided it could suffer the fall. The screen was just a jumble of coloured lines and ...
We are sailing...we are sailing
... they can’t understand English or just walk away. Trying to become settled and adjusted I just couldn't keep quiet when talking to the receptionist who gave us our cabin keycards. While sympathetic she knew exactly what I meant and promised to speak to the officers. Of course at this stage nothing can be done. We will be among the last off. Lesson…never be early to board a car ferry. This did not happen out of Harwich and I ...
A Day's R&R
... Castle Harbour’s places have all been taken up by local boats. Actually, what I just said was not totally accurate, as we were directed out of the Cruise Terminal Harbour, round the corner to the Cruise and Naval Vessel quay and there we tied up against the wall, having passed a British registered elderly Nauticat (a cruiser sailer) saying hello as we did so. We were conveniently situated for the harbourmaster’s office and facilities and ...


