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Vilnius

I caught the overnight bus from Gdansk, luckily I got the whole back 5 seats to myself so was in relative luxury compared to the cargo carriage and spot next to the broken toilet door I had to endure on my last to trips.
My guide book was comparing Vilnius to Krakow so I was expecting big things but all I got was the same old, same old. It wasn't that bad I just didn't get the comparison. Or maybe I was just getting bored. The only thing that separated it from the rest was the Genocide Victims Museum housed in the former KGB headquarters. To summarise it showed how the Lithuania's were really fucked over by the Soviets from after the war until the break up of the USSR. The basement held the former prison and gas chamber. Wankers.
I made a little day trip out to Trakai to see another castle. The castle itself wasn't that impressive but the surrounding lakes were quite scenic. Obviously a popular spot for weddings as I must have passed maybe 2 dozen parties in various stages of nuptials, from the ceremony to the photos to the reception to the passed out on the grass. All this before 5pm.
To compensate for my boredom I got really drunk. It was the same place both nights literally crawling distance from the hostel. Never before and never again do I think i'll hear a Enya vs Prodigies 'Smack my bitch up' remix. There's more.

cheers,
Scott
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