Kakakakakakakakaunas

Lithuania's second yet 'stubbornly provincial' city was a polace that i knew nothing about and still know reletively nothing about but it was going to be fun. We met Guiliano, the guy who we were couch surfing with, at the bus station and he immediately offered us teh option, old town or have a beer? we opted for the latter after dropping of our bags at his apartment and went for a cheap cheap pint. He told us how he was volunteering at an orphanage here, how he like, was with a cool bunch of people, had got fairly far in learning the language etc... he immediatly gave us a tour of town which, didnt actually take that long, it si a small place afterall but it was good to have a couchsurfer who for once wasnt like, ok i'm busy now, go do ur own thing. we went for dinner at a traditional lithuanian restaurant then went to some amazingly cool bar to watch the russian sweden match - Arshavin! we then went to a club called america. luckily for us every wednesday or so its 'expat wednesdays' so it was free entry. we got in and the club was full of girls, of teh type of talent which we hadnt yet seen in lithuania, so we got amongst it. after a while i started dancing with some gitl who had great T&A but turned out to be the BIGGEST cocktease ever, she was teh kind of girl who danced with u, THEN sat down with u, cuddled u, leant against u, kissed u on the cheek, made u kiss her on the cheek, but wouldnt get off with u, 'do u have a boyfriend' 'no, do u' ' no i dont have a boyfriend either...' - still didnt lose my wit... pierre meanwhile was dancing with one of guilianos friends who was another one of those devil women, fortunately ot to the same extent.

Day 2 we had a good lie in, i had the spare room, when Guiliano came back from work we went up to the new-age looking church on the hill which, from its terrace has a wicked view of the town, we then went to a second hand store where i found 2 white suits! unfortunately one of teh trousers was 28" (too small) and 60" (faaaaar too big, they looked like clown trousers), oh well. Pierre got a Croatia shirt from the 2002 World Cup, for about a quid, as they were his new team after France's dismissal. we wnet to a local bar and got some even cheaper beer, Guiliano was dozing off becuase he only had 3 hours sleep the night before, so we went back. i cooked some fajitas, and got ready for teh big game, Portugal - Germany. the interesting thing was that Guiliano's flatmate was German. we went to teh club which we were going to later who were showing teh game on big screen, one of teh best places we actually watched any football, and sat down for the match. It was a good game but frankly we playeds shit and germany stifled us but 3-2 is honorable i recks, still gutted. we hung around with our beers until the club got banging and danced to some pretty good house. there was one of those girls who loved dancing on stage and getting attention she loved me clubbing in my hoodie and somehow ended up thrusting her poom in my face, which was jokes. Guliano was dancing in the other room which was playing teh cheesiest Lithuanian music, i ended up falling asleep on the sofa and getting woken up and told to leave. before we went to bed we said thankyou and goodbye to guiliano becuase we woulnt catch him in the morning and went to bed.

we did a 'lake bled to rijeka' style 3 train journey the next day and finally said fair well to the baltic.