I apologize in advance for the utter lack of pictures for this escapade. I was busy living the events and forgot to document them at all.
A Party in the Woods
Linas sent me an invitation to a party: WILD WOODS FIESTA II: DIVING INTO GREEN
"Praeitą pavasarį 150 žmonių savo apsilankymu mums pasakė “like”. Muzika, atrakcijos ir laužai kiekvienam dalyviui padarė tokį įspūdį, kad WWF I buvo aptarinėjama daug mėnesių. Šiemet legendomis apipinta Svajonių vila atgimsta, kad savo ištikimiems gerbėjams ir vylingų istorijų prisiklausiusiems padovanotų nepamirštamą naktį. "—an excerpt from the invite...use google translate on this and enjoy the hilarity.
Friday night. We catch a cab to the outskirts of town, it's an affluent neighborhood, some guys that all rent a house together are throwing the party on their property. The house is set back in the woods and other than the house there is no sign of civilization around you.
When we arrive the last band is finishing up. They are a 5 piece horn section with a drummer and if Ska had a baby with a marching band, and that baby was a fan of reggae and dance hall, this would be that baby.
After the bands are done the DJs emerge from whatever dark holes they hide in while music is being made. Que the techno-pop.
The night is a blur of people, crowds dancing, and lots of bottles of various alcoholic beverages being passed around. We meet a group of three guys who have set up camp there, they are traveling across Europe together, they started in Finland. One is from Finland, one is from Germany, and the other from Bosnia. We all speak in English. Our group of misfits looking for trouble consists of myself, the three travelers, Linas, and 2 girls that Linas knows.
We wander through the night and the house watching the revelers enjoy the party and meeting the inhabitants of the house, who are welcoming like the good hippies they are. Peace and love and you tube videos projected on the walls for all. The upstairs balcony has a great view of the party; the dj spinning on the stage below, the dancers under the tap in front of him, and the camp-fires of the visitors twinkling int he woods.
The party rages on and as the sun is slowly rising we find ourselves around a still smoldering camp-fire, eating the remains of fire-bakes potatoes right out of the tin foil, with the homemade butter of one of our companions for a condiment. Delicious.
The sun is up and it is starting to rain.
No Sleep Til Nida
5am, Saturday morning. Me and Linas catch a cab back to the city, throw some money at the driver, and dash off to our houses. I tear my room apart, tossing clothes and electronics alike around the room, and stuff whatever I can think of into a backpack. There is no way we are making the 5:50 bus.
I run to meet Linas outside of his place, and together we set off through the pouring rain to the bus station. My legs are burning from lack of sleep and the fast walking pace but we are making good time, but not good enough to be there by 5:50, we know there is a 6:00 bus as well so we decide to stop at the McDonald's outside the bus station to eat since we have been drinking all night with only a portion of a burnt potato for food.
The bus schedule is inaccurate to say the least, and we kill an hour waiting for the bus to Kaunas, which is our first stop on the way to Nida.
The bus ride is hot and cramped, but I am so exhausted that I fall asleep with no problems and only wake up as we are pulling into a rest stop with an urgent need to relieve myself...perfect timing (puikus).
Waking up in Kaunas
Another round of fevered sleep and we are in Kaunas. We peel ourselves off the seats and stumble out into the harsh light of midday.
Linas, who always seems to have a grip on what is going on, strides confidently up to the ticket booth to get us on the next bus going to Nida. There is no one at the booth. There is no bus to Nida in the near future listed in the book outside the booth. I follow Linas out to the bus terminals and we scan the departure schedules posted out there, since we have learned that the bus schedule that is published may, or may not, have any bearing on reality. But this time it is true, there will be no bus to Nida for us.
Never fear, Linas has a plan. We will catch a taxi to the ferry and get a bus on the other side of the bay...the bus we would have taken from the station would have had to take the ferry and change on the other side anyway. Awesome. We grab a taxi, and arrive at the ferry just in time to get on.
Kaunas reminds me of Alaska, commercial sea port, cold water, no-nonsense people.
We get off the other side and just as we are about to get in a depressingly long line for the bus, we hear a taxi/van driver shouting that he has two more spaces. We take them. We end up sitting intimately close to one another in the front with the driver in about 1and 1/2 seats. still it is faster and less stifling than the bus would have been.
In Nida
If Malibu had a history dating back to the 1400's it would be Nida.
We arrive a little after 1pm. Linas heads straight for the place he had scouted out in advance for rooms. There aren't really hotels in Nida, just peoples houses with extra rooms. They all want to make as much money during the summer/beach season to compensate for the rest of the year when no one wants to stay in their house. So...the cost and the quality have a large gap.
The place we get is one room with two "beds" one is a cot-like structure and the other is a fold out couch. We don't really care, we toss our stuff down and hit the town.
First order of business is food, as it always is for me. We eat some over-priced but good food at one of the two restaurants in view, I purchase some sunglasses because in my rush i forgot one of the most important items to pack for the beach...among so many other things, I'm just glad I'm wearing pants at this point.
After food we hike up to the sand dunes that tower over Nida. There is a steep wooden staircase up the cliffs to the dunes, and the dunes themselves boarder on brush-land that had wooden walkways spider-webbed throughout.
From the sand dunes we can see into Kaliningrad which is a sliver of coastline next to Lithuania that still belongs to Russia.
Mimosas on the beach
We head away from the lagoon that is the heart of Nida and over to the sandy Baltic-sea beach. This is my first time seeing the baltic sea. Walking down the sand we discover no amber treasures, but we do stumble across a beach volleyball tournament and a radio station booth blasting smooth jams. Just up the beach head and on top of a bluff is a lifeguard station, and a bar. Well i say bar. It was half bar, half liquor store.
It is at this point that I discover that Linas does not know what a mimosa is. So we top off our overtly homo-erotic romantic afternoon with mimosas on the beach. We buy an entire bottle of champagne and some orange juice and mix it ourselves in small plastic cups. We sit on the wooden deck overlooking the beach (and the volley-ball tournament) that is attached to the lifeguard tower and bar-thingy.
It is an entire bottle of champagne later and we are feeling more than a little fruity. It's time for more food.
In Vino In Nida
That night we head to In Vino, which is supposed to be a good place for an evening if you are not a 16-year-old-girl, but are also not a 60-year-old-man. It is.
The Characters
The first character of the night (for me) was Solus, he introduced himself by saying "You're American? I hate Americans"and promptly launched into a tirade about Obama (with the use of many colorful slurs that my white guilt will not allow me to repeat here), and our bloody war history. It was an interesting dichotomy of amusingly racists, and the accusation of war-mongering that usually comes from those far-left enough to be embarrassed by the use of racist terms. He did end the rant (</rant>) with the admission that he wasn't blaming me for all of the things wrong with my country. He was neat.
The girls in this group were what I would refer to as "party girls" although that might just be because they were all on vacation. However, the age difference between the men (Solus was the young one at 43) and the women was striking. My favorite (read most disturbing to me) pair was the 55something man and his overly-exuberant girlfriend who had come back from Italy where she had been living for the past few years for this trip, and seemed to have brought along with here an all-encompasing European arrogance...but she might have always been like that. At one point she remarked to someone, who was asking me if I like Nida so far, that "of course he likes it he is from Denver (note for the reader Denver-metro area pop = 3,110,436) that's the middle of nowhere and this is Nida!" (Nida pop = 2,000, Lithuania pop = 3,339,550). I was confused because I thought, as an American, I was supposed to be the ignorant and arrogant person in the room, but she total won that contest.
We hung out until the place closed and then got dragged over to an after hours bar called "Faxe", it was dingy, small, cheap, and i felt completely at home. While the party girls danced with Linas I found some people more interesting to me (not that the others were not interesting, the shine had just begun to fade a bit at this point) out on the porch. It was a group of young-adults with low incomes and low self-esteem...so much so that one of the girls was letting her boyfriend try his hand at landing one of the party girls with Linas, downgrade if you ask me. They introduced themselves as cousins in case anyone was wondering if they were together, no one was listening except me, and i was not fooled for a second. I did pretend to be surprised when the girl, a little later, leaned into me and whispered that he wasn't really her cousin...blah, blah, blah.
It was from that group of people, however, that i got the invite to go to a late-night club/bar in Vilnius called "play club" because of the big green "play" symbol over the door. I would have to investigate...but that is another story. It turns out everyone in Lithuania if living in Vilnius, but is actually from somewhere else. Everywhere we go we see the same people.
Boating With the Boss
We wake up Sunday, decide not to go meet our friends from last night for breakfast (in the cold light of day they are not as interesting in our memories as we seemed to think they were last night), and head down to the pier to have a boat ride. It is a warm enough day, and the mini-yacht, driven by the Verslo žinios owner Rolandas Barysas (part owner now that bonnier bought some of the company), offers us a new view of Nida. Puikus.
Rolandas regales us with tales of wild parties in Nida during his youth, and even wilder parties out on the water during the regattas during his middle age. We eat some cured meats, and drink some beer before turning back to shore. We also sail as close as possible to the Russian border without being shot or arrested by men in black with night vision and speed boats...Rolandas enjoys very much telling us in detail what could happen if we crossed the imaginary line in the water. There is a Russian border here because after the breakup of the Soviet Union Russia held onto a lonely strip of coast here. The area is called "Kaliningrad" (Russian: Калинингра́д ).
Going "Home"
I pass out from lack of sleep again, which seems to be the best way to ride the bus. This time I wake up about halfway through to find that the seat next to me which was empty when i fell asleep is now occupied by a teenage girl who is engaged in very animated conversation with the teenage boy in the seat behind us. I don't understand their conversation but i don't need to speak the language to catch the familiar cadence of teenagers gossiping. Linas later confirms this when he tells me they kept him awake the whole time with their conversation about the guy's (perhaps) cheating girlfriend. Chicks, man.
A Party in the Woods
Linas sent me an invitation to a party: WILD WOODS FIESTA II: DIVING INTO GREEN
"Praeitą pavasarį 150 žmonių savo apsilankymu mums pasakė “like”. Muzika, atrakcijos ir laužai kiekvienam dalyviui padarė tokį įspūdį, kad WWF I buvo aptarinėjama daug mėnesių. Šiemet legendomis apipinta Svajonių vila atgimsta, kad savo ištikimiems gerbėjams ir vylingų istorijų prisiklausiusiems padovanotų nepamirštamą naktį. "—an excerpt from the invite...use google translate on this and enjoy the hilarity.
Friday night. We catch a cab to the outskirts of town, it's an affluent neighborhood, some guys that all rent a house together are throwing the party on their property. The house is set back in the woods and other than the house there is no sign of civilization around you.
When we arrive the last band is finishing up. They are a 5 piece horn section with a drummer and if Ska had a baby with a marching band, and that baby was a fan of reggae and dance hall, this would be that baby.
After the bands are done the DJs emerge from whatever dark holes they hide in while music is being made. Que the techno-pop.
The night is a blur of people, crowds dancing, and lots of bottles of various alcoholic beverages being passed around. We meet a group of three guys who have set up camp there, they are traveling across Europe together, they started in Finland. One is from Finland, one is from Germany, and the other from Bosnia. We all speak in English. Our group of misfits looking for trouble consists of myself, the three travelers, Linas, and 2 girls that Linas knows.
We wander through the night and the house watching the revelers enjoy the party and meeting the inhabitants of the house, who are welcoming like the good hippies they are. Peace and love and you tube videos projected on the walls for all. The upstairs balcony has a great view of the party; the dj spinning on the stage below, the dancers under the tap in front of him, and the camp-fires of the visitors twinkling int he woods.
The party rages on and as the sun is slowly rising we find ourselves around a still smoldering camp-fire, eating the remains of fire-bakes potatoes right out of the tin foil, with the homemade butter of one of our companions for a condiment. Delicious.
The sun is up and it is starting to rain.
No Sleep Til Nida
5am, Saturday morning. Me and Linas catch a cab back to the city, throw some money at the driver, and dash off to our houses. I tear my room apart, tossing clothes and electronics alike around the room, and stuff whatever I can think of into a backpack. There is no way we are making the 5:50 bus.
I run to meet Linas outside of his place, and together we set off through the pouring rain to the bus station. My legs are burning from lack of sleep and the fast walking pace but we are making good time, but not good enough to be there by 5:50, we know there is a 6:00 bus as well so we decide to stop at the McDonald's outside the bus station to eat since we have been drinking all night with only a portion of a burnt potato for food.
The bus schedule is inaccurate to say the least, and we kill an hour waiting for the bus to Kaunas, which is our first stop on the way to Nida.
The bus ride is hot and cramped, but I am so exhausted that I fall asleep with no problems and only wake up as we are pulling into a rest stop with an urgent need to relieve myself...perfect timing (puikus).
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| The Sea-port of Kaunas |
Waking up in Kaunas
Another round of fevered sleep and we are in Kaunas. We peel ourselves off the seats and stumble out into the harsh light of midday.
Linas, who always seems to have a grip on what is going on, strides confidently up to the ticket booth to get us on the next bus going to Nida. There is no one at the booth. There is no bus to Nida in the near future listed in the book outside the booth. I follow Linas out to the bus terminals and we scan the departure schedules posted out there, since we have learned that the bus schedule that is published may, or may not, have any bearing on reality. But this time it is true, there will be no bus to Nida for us.
Never fear, Linas has a plan. We will catch a taxi to the ferry and get a bus on the other side of the bay...the bus we would have taken from the station would have had to take the ferry and change on the other side anyway. Awesome. We grab a taxi, and arrive at the ferry just in time to get on.
Kaunas reminds me of Alaska, commercial sea port, cold water, no-nonsense people.
We get off the other side and just as we are about to get in a depressingly long line for the bus, we hear a taxi/van driver shouting that he has two more spaces. We take them. We end up sitting intimately close to one another in the front with the driver in about 1and 1/2 seats. still it is faster and less stifling than the bus would have been.
In Nida
If Malibu had a history dating back to the 1400's it would be Nida.
We arrive a little after 1pm. Linas heads straight for the place he had scouted out in advance for rooms. There aren't really hotels in Nida, just peoples houses with extra rooms. They all want to make as much money during the summer/beach season to compensate for the rest of the year when no one wants to stay in their house. So...the cost and the quality have a large gap.
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| The Houses of Nida |
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| Sand Dunes Above Nida |
The place we get is one room with two "beds" one is a cot-like structure and the other is a fold out couch. We don't really care, we toss our stuff down and hit the town.
First order of business is food, as it always is for me. We eat some over-priced but good food at one of the two restaurants in view, I purchase some sunglasses because in my rush i forgot one of the most important items to pack for the beach...among so many other things, I'm just glad I'm wearing pants at this point.
After food we hike up to the sand dunes that tower over Nida. There is a steep wooden staircase up the cliffs to the dunes, and the dunes themselves boarder on brush-land that had wooden walkways spider-webbed throughout.
From the sand dunes we can see into Kaliningrad which is a sliver of coastline next to Lithuania that still belongs to Russia.
Mimosas on the beach
We head away from the lagoon that is the heart of Nida and over to the sandy Baltic-sea beach. This is my first time seeing the baltic sea. Walking down the sand we discover no amber treasures, but we do stumble across a beach volleyball tournament and a radio station booth blasting smooth jams. Just up the beach head and on top of a bluff is a lifeguard station, and a bar. Well i say bar. It was half bar, half liquor store.
It is at this point that I discover that Linas does not know what a mimosa is. So we top off our overtly homo-erotic romantic afternoon with mimosas on the beach. We buy an entire bottle of champagne and some orange juice and mix it ourselves in small plastic cups. We sit on the wooden deck overlooking the beach (and the volley-ball tournament) that is attached to the lifeguard tower and bar-thingy.
It is an entire bottle of champagne later and we are feeling more than a little fruity. It's time for more food.
In Vino In Nida
That night we head to In Vino, which is supposed to be a good place for an evening if you are not a 16-year-old-girl, but are also not a 60-year-old-man. It is.
The Characters
The first character of the night (for me) was Solus, he introduced himself by saying "You're American? I hate Americans"and promptly launched into a tirade about Obama (with the use of many colorful slurs that my white guilt will not allow me to repeat here), and our bloody war history. It was an interesting dichotomy of amusingly racists, and the accusation of war-mongering that usually comes from those far-left enough to be embarrassed by the use of racist terms. He did end the rant (</rant>) with the admission that he wasn't blaming me for all of the things wrong with my country. He was neat.
The girls in this group were what I would refer to as "party girls" although that might just be because they were all on vacation. However, the age difference between the men (Solus was the young one at 43) and the women was striking. My favorite (read most disturbing to me) pair was the 55something man and his overly-exuberant girlfriend who had come back from Italy where she had been living for the past few years for this trip, and seemed to have brought along with here an all-encompasing European arrogance...but she might have always been like that. At one point she remarked to someone, who was asking me if I like Nida so far, that "of course he likes it he is from Denver (note for the reader Denver-metro area pop = 3,110,436) that's the middle of nowhere and this is Nida!" (Nida pop = 2,000, Lithuania pop = 3,339,550). I was confused because I thought, as an American, I was supposed to be the ignorant and arrogant person in the room, but she total won that contest.
We hung out until the place closed and then got dragged over to an after hours bar called "Faxe", it was dingy, small, cheap, and i felt completely at home. While the party girls danced with Linas I found some people more interesting to me (not that the others were not interesting, the shine had just begun to fade a bit at this point) out on the porch. It was a group of young-adults with low incomes and low self-esteem...so much so that one of the girls was letting her boyfriend try his hand at landing one of the party girls with Linas, downgrade if you ask me. They introduced themselves as cousins in case anyone was wondering if they were together, no one was listening except me, and i was not fooled for a second. I did pretend to be surprised when the girl, a little later, leaned into me and whispered that he wasn't really her cousin...blah, blah, blah.
It was from that group of people, however, that i got the invite to go to a late-night club/bar in Vilnius called "play club" because of the big green "play" symbol over the door. I would have to investigate...but that is another story. It turns out everyone in Lithuania if living in Vilnius, but is actually from somewhere else. Everywhere we go we see the same people.
Boating With the Boss
Rolandas regales us with tales of wild parties in Nida during his youth, and even wilder parties out on the water during the regattas during his middle age. We eat some cured meats, and drink some beer before turning back to shore. We also sail as close as possible to the Russian border without being shot or arrested by men in black with night vision and speed boats...Rolandas enjoys very much telling us in detail what could happen if we crossed the imaginary line in the water. There is a Russian border here because after the breakup of the Soviet Union Russia held onto a lonely strip of coast here. The area is called "Kaliningrad" (Russian: Калинингра́д ).
Going "Home"
I pass out from lack of sleep again, which seems to be the best way to ride the bus. This time I wake up about halfway through to find that the seat next to me which was empty when i fell asleep is now occupied by a teenage girl who is engaged in very animated conversation with the teenage boy in the seat behind us. I don't understand their conversation but i don't need to speak the language to catch the familiar cadence of teenagers gossiping. Linas later confirms this when he tells me they kept him awake the whole time with their conversation about the guy's (perhaps) cheating girlfriend. Chicks, man.
