We got the bus to Vilnius which was frankly a lot more expensive than we had previously expected, probably due to the fact that we were travelling by 'Eurolines' bus as opposed to my favoured 'Ecolines' but oh well it got us there, we walked through the old town to the main cathedral square to meet Mindaugas, the guy who we wouleb couchsurfing with and he took us back to his flat which was set in a lovely little green little soviet estate 2 minutes walk from the centre. we let his flat was a nice little bed sit with a wicked computer set up (2 screens) and a foosball table, we left Mindaugas alone after the standard couchsurfer chat, and went to pizzeria that he had recommended - we hadnt eaten all day. when we got back we played a few games of foosball, and Mindaugas showed us just how good he was, seariously, have u ever seen a man do stepovers on a foosball table, play triangles between the front three? well i have, and its mental. he took us to his favourite bar to watch the ausria germany -shit game. afterwards (i'm going to sound like a pussy'ole) i had really bad asma so i had to go home as did Mindaugas cos he had an exam the next day, pierre decided to go lone clubbing but 2 places recommened were emptyso he got back about half an hour later.
The next day the rain came down, and i mean seariously, we couldnt go and see the old town so instead we went to the cinema and watched Indiana Jones. On the way there guess who we bumped into - Luca! the Argie bastard from the 3 towns previous. we organised to meet up with him at the bar we went to earlier to watch the game. The match that night was a delight, watching 2 highly overrated teams play shit football and the worse one coming off, well, worse with almost what was classified as a Thierry Henry own-goal. after we went in search of a club, Luca told us he knew a place, Mindaugas went home but said as he left 'good luck in finding a club look everywhere and then if u cant find a place, go to Broadway' and guess where we ended up. Lonely Planet says Broadway is the place 'for expats and anybody who wants to meet them' and this was too right. the gusy in there were business types, the girls were 30-somethings and average at best, and the music was possibly the worst of any club i have ever been to. We still managed to stay for a good 2 hours though, we left Luca still trying it on with the best looking girl in the club, our time of departure coincided with the playing of YMCA - a reflection of the DJ's shit taste in music which in turn refleted his shit DJing skills, i went up to him and told him he was 'fucking shit' with a smile and a thumbs up naturlich.
next day we got the fuck out, we only stayed to days cos it was the beginning of our 'Dash to Exit' but we didnt really feel to stay anyways
2 words - Dis appointed.
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