My last breakfast at the hostel seemed like some kind of a moral test. They gave me an extra roll with my cereal and fruit. I'm not sure why, but I didn't say anything. I remember eyeing the rolls, though, and thinking how much I wanted one. The breakfast lady gave the next guy an extra roll, as well. I took advantage of the newbie breakfast lady's error. That breakfast really did fill me up, though... with guilt.
During breakfast, some guy at the hostel was standing in the hallway barefoot. That's a bold move for a hostel. I think there are at least two degrees of a man - fellow and dude. "Now there is a nicely dressed older fellow talking to the barefoot dude."
On the bus to Vilnius, I was sold seat #3 - the co-bus driver's napping seat. So, I just sat a seat behind there. Well, of course someone was supposed to sit in that seat, and so I played musical chairs until I found one that no one kicked me out of. It was one of the dirtiest buses I have ever been on. It was one of those operated for EuroLines by a private contractor. Basically, one guy says to his buddy, "Hey, I'm thinking about buying a bus. You in?" So these two yahoos are driving a bus full of people between the Czech Republic and Lithuania for awhile.
The bus did show two DVDs in Russian for entertainment. One was "Brigada" a TV series about the Russian mafia, I guess. I don't speak too much Russian, but I understood most of it. And after that they played Lawrence of Arabia - also in Russian. Pretty cool.
When we were on the bus waiting to leave Prague I'm pretty sure some Spanish speaking guy got on and yelled at a couple of girls on the bus. He was maybe their father because it sounded something like "It you go to Vassava (Warsaw) I hope you die there!" Then he made sounds like crashing and exploding. I can't be sure, though. I've started hearing what I want to hear when people speak in a different language. Maybe he said, "Have a wonderful time in Poland. I'll miss you! If you go swimming do a cannonball off the high dive for me! (crash/splash)"
We crossed the border between Poland and Lithuania at about 5 a.m. The border guard audibly sighed and said increduously, "Ugh American" when I showed him my passport. That means that (Ugh) he actually has to get off the bus and stamp it in his little office.
Vilnius was hot and muggy when I arrived. I went back to the same hostel I stayed at before and the same Lithuanian guys are still hanging around here. One of the other guys I met is back, too. I would stay longer, but they put me in a basement room and I think it has recently been flooded, or there are cracks in the foundation and standing water under the carpet. The receptionist kept asking me if I was sure I only wanted to stay one night. After seeing that room? Yes. I'm positive.
So, I will go to Riga, Latvia today to stay at Fun Friendly Frank's Backpacker's Hostel. And that's where I will bide my time until Estonia decides the let me back in. My passport sticker should be at the Estonian Embassy on Monday or Tuesday. Can't wait!
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