What a gloriously warm and sunny day in Lithuania.
We started the day with a visit to the Cold War museum and this place was beyond cool. It’s the site of old Soviet bunkers, and we got to walk around one. It was really freaky, being in a compound that would have been top secret in it’s day. It was like stepping straight into a time capsule that buzzed with paranoia and secrecy. The layout was a maze of narrow corridors and low ceilings, designed to confuse anyone who didn’t belong. It was seriously claustrophobic, and as much as I hated it, I loved it!
There were mannequins posed as if mid-task, on the front desk, hunched over radios, another even had a gas mask on, and they looked disturbingly lifelike in the dim lighting. English translations and Cold War-era sound effects echoed around us, adding to the eerie atmosphere.
I imagined the people who once worked down there, sealed off from the outside world, probably living under constant pressure and surveillance. What a suffocating existence that must have been. I may even have I seen a photo of Mum and Dad’s old neighbour there! But he told us he was a Mig engineer, so maybe not.
After that, we headed to the Curonian Spit, a 100km-long stretch of sand shared between Lithuania and Russia. (Who knew Russia had a random sliver wedged between Lithuania and Poland? I certainly didn’t.)
Anyway, the spit turned out to be a bit of a tourist trap. First, we paid 25 euros for a ferry ride that lasted all of five minutes. Then, once we landed, there was another fee to enter the national park. I saw a sign that said 25 euros and thought, “Okay, fair enough.” But turns out, that was the car price. For a campervan, it was actually 50 euros. Fifty! At that point, we decided we could see sand dunes at home for free and turned around! We weren’t paying that!
All wasn’t lost though, as there was a beach, and it was free. And it just happened to be a nudist beach. How we keep ending up at these places is beyond me? Anyway, Mike got to have a bit of naked time and half a swim. Too cold he reckoned to go all the way in. But the air temperature was about 27 degrees, and I was tempted.
By the time we got off the spit, it was time to find somewhere to camp. As per usual, we drove through forests and bounced along rutted dirt roads. In the end we found a gorgeous spot overlooking the lagoon, the spit in the distance, and Russia to our left. We sat outside for the first time in ages, listening to the frogs as they croaked constantly and even put on a little show. It was the perfect place to sit, relax and watch the sun set.