A FEW DAYS IN VILNIUS (continued, p.2) The next day, except for a small hangover, a 10-hour trip by train to Vilnius ended quite successfully. One thing I learned pretty quickly - many trains to these places go to multiple destinations at once (meaning the trailer cars, approx. Perevi.), So if you turn in the wrong end of the train, then you can go completely to the city which had originally planned to go. Once I realized that I was not in the end of the train, which went to Vilnius, I quickly moved my things at the right end of the ended. Unfortunately, I did not know that the doors between cars are closed quickly, and the very first door through which I passed was closed when I was halfway through. I'm stuck between the cars with a backpack on his shoulders. Length of hands I needed to open the door and exit. My wife has already gone far ahead, and disappeared from sight, I felt like a turtle, upside down. I could only stand helplessly by allowing a group of Polish boys laugh at me, shooting me a mobile phone camera. But I soon returned to the aid of her husband. Vilnius I arrived in Vilnius in the pouring rain that turned streets into rivers, and the last set of my clean clothes in a pile of wet rags. Fortunately, people familiar with last year's trip to Kaunas (second largest city in Lithuania) species "Pizza Jazz" and Boublayn (hard liquor is not based on cranberry) helped my tired body to go forward. Did not dare venture out in such a storm, I stayed in the room and decided to see what shows Lithuanian television. Now I understood why all Lithuanians little say in English. Most of the programs broadcast in Lithuania, were filmed in the U.S. or the UK, and translated into Lithuanian, but instead to make a vociferous translation, the text reads the same man with a husky voice. Because of this greatly affected the romantic scenes. Church of Vilnius Vilnius became the first city in which we managed to stay with his wife for more than one day, so we had time to investigate it thoroughly. Vilnius has a population slightly more than half a million people is relatively small sizes for the nation's capital. The city has quite a turbulent past - it alternately seized a Russian, the Germans. Panorama Vilnius After a walk through the old town under UNESCO protection, during which I had to listen to a lot of young students trying to impress me using the words "crap" and "fucking", I decided to visit one of the museums, which strongly recommended by many guidebooks - the old headquarters of the Gestapo and KGB. Today this building is a museum that demonstrates the desire for independence of Lithuania. Apparently, therefore, its walls hung with grotesque paintings on the theme of death and suffering. Among these horrific pictures of the old prison is in its original condition, including a torture chamber with water (or ice in the cold season) and a chamber where the executions took place. In its walls are still preserved the bullet holes. When we got to solitary confinement, my wife went inside, and in a fit of children's playfulness, I jokingly decided to close the door behind her. At that moment I did not realize (I even forgot that we're in this prison!) That after the door lock clicks, you can open it will only key in which I certainly was not. Initially, the phrase "I accidentally closed the door" was a joyful response, everyone thought I was just fooling around. However, they quickly came to believe in what I'm not kidding. At least I had the opportunity to practice in Lithuanian with a security guard with a stern expression on his face. I think if I was able to express what I accidentally locked his wife in solitary confinement, then everything is fine. I think it's good that I had locked her in solitary confinement, not padded outer chamber (in which, incidentally, was a straitjacket), which was next door, or cries of anger and despair of my wife hardly anyone had heard. As you can imagine, after his release anything good she did not tell me. A little later, during dinner in a traditional Lithuanian restaurant, we laughed together over this incident. In the restaurant we decided to try one of the local dishes - a beaver. I can not say what I expected, but "sweet and juicy" were the first words, who came to mind. I guess I make up my mind to try this dish again if I ever again get to a country where people get pleasure from eating the otters. Will have to wait when we come to China to try some exotic dishes. There's a menu can be a cat (you know, now I could bring some even more impressive example!) Vilnius So ending this article, I must say that I was starting to worry a bit for the next part of our trip to St. Petersburg that Russia. It is amazing how many horror stories you can hear from people who wanted to go to Russia and at the entrance did not receive mandatory "migration card." Without it, you're practically in hiding in Russia, so everything must be time to pay huge fines or bribes to get it or to remain in this vast country without it. I'm a pretty screwy, so the very idea that someone give a bribe, drives me crazy! Start material:
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