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Klaipeda

I caught the 6am train to Klaipeda straight from a nightclub and although I made a point of not getting really drunk I was still dead tired so really just wanted to sleep the whole way, but the conductor had a sense of humour and thought it necessary to wake me up after every stop. Wanker.
I got to Klaipeda in a shitty mood and wasn't impressed when I got to my hostel to find a derelict old building next to the bus station. It said hostel above the door but I could have sworn it had been uninhabited for the past twenty years. The hostel occupied a few rooms on the second floor. I've stayed in worst places but not much worse.
My reason for visiting Klaipeda certainly wasn't to see the old town, I might have slit my wrists there and then if it was. The draw card was the Curonian Spit just a short ferry ride a way to Smiltyne. I caught a bus 50km down the spit to Nida and hired a bike for the ride back. The spit is home to the largest moving sand dunes in Europe. At an average of 30m it doesn't come close to those in Namibia but it was still pretty. Other than the sand dunes and beaches there were forests and a variety of fauna. Would have been awesome if hadn't rained, a lot. I returned to Klaipeda nearly drowned but at least I saw it. A little more exciting than sitting in side all day wishing it wasn't raining.

cheers,
Scott
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