Café de Paris, Vilnius, Lithuania

Reggae music is playing just outside the café on the unmadeup Didzioji street. There’s some development work going on in this area so the street is closed to traffic and usually fenced off, but the workmen put some concrete down yesterday and now there’s a sound system on it with a DJ on a small raised stage. There’s some kind of music festival happening all over Vilnius this weekend.

JNN Hostel, Vilnius. Lithuania

My coat has a detachable fur lining that I have detached and then re-attached several times since leaving Britain in February. I went away with it attached but then for a while in February it was quite warm and I had to detach it, though when I met Mr and Mrs KarmaBanque and we talked about environmental holocaust it was cold and rainy and I had it attached again. Bergen in Norway was not as cold as you might think it would be and so for a while there I was sans-lining, but not when I went North of the…

Cafe in JNN Centre, Vilnius, Lithuania

The present seems to last a long time here. Things happen very slowly. I’m in a cafe in a sports centre which has a hostel attached with rooms to rent, waiting for the hostel administrator to appear from wherever it is that hostel administrators appear from. According to the sign on the hostel admnistrator’s door her name is Trix. I’m also waiting for a salad. Don’t don’t what kind of salad because the woman serving didn’t speak enough English to be able to explain, though someone in the queue was able to translate orange juice, which I now have. A…

Vilnius, Lithuania

After a gruelling nine and a half hour bus journey I arrived in Vilnius at 6:30 this morning. I had about the worst seat in the bus since sitting behind me was a Russian guy who for the first two hours was talking to his mobile phone. I know he was Russian because he was saying things like “da” and ‘nyet”. Once he’d finished on the phone he spent ten minutes kicking the back of my seat and then fell asleep and snored for the rest of the journey, with brief interruptions at the two border crossings: between Estonia and…

Jazz Lounge, Tallinn, Estonia

This is one of the posher places in Tallinn, but still a bowl of soup with bread cost less than £2. Red armchairs, fake flowers and soft music – not jazz. Here’s a couple of photos taken on my mobile: Strange how it’s not possible to get from Tallinn to Vilnius by train. I’ll have to take the bus. I went to the bus station earlier but couldn’t buy a ticket. I didn’t see anywhere that was selling tickets, just buses and a shopping centre. I found an information desk, though I think it was information for the shops, and…

Cafe Moskva, Tallinn, Estonia

Sitting in a window seat of Cafe Moskva with my laptop on my lap, having just had two double espressos and a plate of pasta with sun-dried tomatoes and chicken. The waitress, wearing a tight black mini-skirt, just asked me if I wanted anything else. I’ve been here for a few hours, browsing the web, trying out different templates on thios blog and getting rid of the adverts I put on it the other day. Meanwhile in the real world jazz music is playing. The cafe is quite full. There’s a cold Baltic wind blowing outside. Last night I went…

Tallinn, Estonia

Last night I had dinner in a mediaeval restaurant but tonight I bought a tin of tuna and some mushrooms and did that with the spaghetti I already had in the hostel kitchen. That’s one big advantage of staying in a hostel rather than a hotel: you get to use their kitchen, but while I was eating I had to listen to two English women talking as they lined their stomachs with vodka and coke, presumably before going out on the town: I only found out today how old my mum is. She’s 55. That’s only 5 years away from…

From Cafe Esplanad, Helsinki, Finland to Tallinn, Estonia

I’m feeling a bit weak after a night out experiencing the dark side of Finland, the side that drinks to excess and then keeps on drinking. Cafe Esplanad is the other side of Finland. People eating salads, drinking coffee, reading newspapers, two people holding what looks like a business meeting: a woman sits at a laptop and types as a man speaks. When the beer isn’t getting you drunk fast enough you order a round of fisherman’s friends: shots which smell and taste like the sweets but are made from vodka. A deep dark red colour. You touch glasses and…

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