Crosses
Trip Start
Aug 23, 1996
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Trip End
Ongoing
It's been a while since Lucy and me have been away, what with the changing of the economy, well the meltdown is hitting me hard, in fact comparing last year to this year, we've done fuck all travel, so I'm putting my foot down and righting a wrong. It's wrong that I'm not out there bringing you all stories and photos so under popular demand, here we go !!!
Same Old Story
Flights, car, room booked. Blah blah blah
Since more countries are being let into the EU, we have been trying at least to see the capitals, and as we had earlier in the year compared Riga to Ukraine, it was time to see what Lithuania had to offer. My friends who had been said that it was the Jewboy price that you like, and luckily for us, Flyandscare fly to Kaunas, so four days of looking around would be good for a taster.
We jumped in our car and hit the road, and according to the book, the police are quite hot over here. Nobody was speeding. Actually, there were quite a few around, hiding with their radars, so we just pottered along for 200ish K's until we reached our destination
Siauliai
Now I know you are all expecting a write up on Siauliai, but we never went there, but 10 K's down the road was a monument I really wanted to see.
History Lesson First.
Back in the 14th century, on a little mound, someone placed a cross. Another joker followed suit, and they bred just like rabbits. They came, they went over the centuries, but there was always one. Eventually, the Soviets took control, knocked down the crosses, but they kept re-appearing. Can't stop those Christians !!! Once they left, the crosses grew. By 1990, they say there were 40000. Pope JP2 arrived in 1993, said mass and the crosses exploded to 400000, so we kind of needed to see this.
Once there, We parked the car and the first thing we saw were the cross shops. I checked them out, but they all had Jesus on them. Being of the non-believing born to Catholic/Jewish parents, I couldn't bring myself to part with the money, but I actually blame that on my Scottish roots which I'm sure I have in there !!! Under a bridge, down a paved path, and there it was, the little mound. At first, it didn't look like there were 400000 crosses, so we followed the stairs up the middle. The further we went, the more there were. They were everywhere. No way was there 400000, more like 4000000 !!! As the wind blew, they knocked each other, it was a little eerie. There was various versions of Jesus. In pain, chest out, bored, the standard, big head, gimps and so on. Actually you could follow what various countries thought what he looked like, but then again, that's religion for you. But what amazed me more was the all seeing eye. The symbol of the Mason. I saw him twice. What was he doing here? As I moved further in, I found out that were other tight people like me. There were the bought crosses, but others made of sticks, tin foil, thumb tacks, pens and even stones, it was quite amazing. There was even a pulpit built for JP2.
After walking around it for ages, it was time to leave. Realistically, we could have spent hours upon hours there just checking out the different ones, but a couple of coaches had arrived and the serenity had gone, and we also had a 250ish K drive to Vilnius to undertake.
And Finally
It was amazing seeing this place, seeing the crosses and people's devotion, but as usual, it didn't change my outlook on life, didn't make me want to live for an icon, but I'm glad I went as it's now ticked off of the list.
Same Old Story
Flights, car, room booked. Blah blah blah
Since more countries are being let into the EU, we have been trying at least to see the capitals, and as we had earlier in the year compared Riga to Ukraine, it was time to see what Lithuania had to offer. My friends who had been said that it was the Jewboy price that you like, and luckily for us, Flyandscare fly to Kaunas, so four days of looking around would be good for a taster.
We jumped in our car and hit the road, and according to the book, the police are quite hot over here. Nobody was speeding. Actually, there were quite a few around, hiding with their radars, so we just pottered along for 200ish K's until we reached our destination
Siauliai
Now I know you are all expecting a write up on Siauliai, but we never went there, but 10 K's down the road was a monument I really wanted to see.
History Lesson First.
Back in the 14th century, on a little mound, someone placed a cross. Another joker followed suit, and they bred just like rabbits. They came, they went over the centuries, but there was always one. Eventually, the Soviets took control, knocked down the crosses, but they kept re-appearing. Can't stop those Christians !!! Once they left, the crosses grew. By 1990, they say there were 40000. Pope JP2 arrived in 1993, said mass and the crosses exploded to 400000, so we kind of needed to see this.
Once there, We parked the car and the first thing we saw were the cross shops. I checked them out, but they all had Jesus on them. Being of the non-believing born to Catholic/Jewish parents, I couldn't bring myself to part with the money, but I actually blame that on my Scottish roots which I'm sure I have in there !!! Under a bridge, down a paved path, and there it was, the little mound. At first, it didn't look like there were 400000 crosses, so we followed the stairs up the middle. The further we went, the more there were. They were everywhere. No way was there 400000, more like 4000000 !!! As the wind blew, they knocked each other, it was a little eerie. There was various versions of Jesus. In pain, chest out, bored, the standard, big head, gimps and so on. Actually you could follow what various countries thought what he looked like, but then again, that's religion for you. But what amazed me more was the all seeing eye. The symbol of the Mason. I saw him twice. What was he doing here? As I moved further in, I found out that were other tight people like me. There were the bought crosses, but others made of sticks, tin foil, thumb tacks, pens and even stones, it was quite amazing. There was even a pulpit built for JP2.
After walking around it for ages, it was time to leave. Realistically, we could have spent hours upon hours there just checking out the different ones, but a couple of coaches had arrived and the serenity had gone, and we also had a 250ish K drive to Vilnius to undertake.
And Finally
It was amazing seeing this place, seeing the crosses and people's devotion, but as usual, it didn't change my outlook on life, didn't make me want to live for an icon, but I'm glad I went as it's now ticked off of the list.


Comments
wierd
The hill of crosses is the wierdest thing you've shown me since I started to read your stuff. Granny Ann