Well another country arrived in Lithuania after an 11 hours, we
sailed all the way 20-30 knots winds and big seas, swells of up to 3metres. Quite
unpleasant journey as it very uncomfortable to go down below for anytime even
for a toilet break…just before the harbour entrance I was down stairs on
my way back from a break when I was tossed up in the air and thrown across the
boat from one side to the other. I sat dazed for at least 10minutes crying
as everything hurt and I thought I had broken my arm. I was totally
shaken up and had a huge tennis ball swelling on my left arm within an hour, luckily
it was only badly bruised. I used Arnica cream on it liberally over the
next few days to keep the bruising down it just blended in with the yellow
suntan on my arms.
Our first sight of Lithuania was of industry, lots of
cranes and a huge dock yard and concrete wall which was the marina. With
huge ships passing up and down every 10 minutes, passport control did not want
to see us so we moored up on the wall. Not a very eventful evening as I
cooked up a bowl of Spaghetti with one arm, had a hot shower and went straight
to bed, sleeping until 10am the following morning. I woke up and felt
like I had been hit by a bus, eventfully I got going and we caught the ferry
over to the mainland and town to do a bit of exploring, but again a lot of poor
elderly people trying to make ands meet which was upsetting. The language
was also a barrier as they didn’t speak any English only Russian or
German. I bought as much local food off the markets as I could to help
these people.
Then to cheer me up David took me to a restaurant on the
main square and treated us to a posh beef lunch (first red meat we have had in
ages as its all been pork or herrings) and we watched the Olympic games on the
widescreen TV all washed down with a lovely bottle of red wine. I had to
get feeling better as we had a long sail in front of us of 124 miles to Poland.
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The concrete marina wall on steel posts and town in the
background
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Rows of old people selling potatoes
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Main square in the old town and where we had the posh
lunch
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Felt guilty at taking photos of the poverty and the
people, looking forward to moving to Poland
and Gdansk.
Love to all
Suzanne
& David xxxx
