Athens – Bahrain – Bangkok – Pattaya – Jomtien Beach

I wake up late, knowing I am just going to be wasting time until 5 pm, when I head to airport to catch my flight to Bahrain.

My checkout time at the hostel is 11 AM, but they have a locked room where people can store their bags during the day.  This is great.  I lock up my bag, pull out my laptop and almost start to work, when the crazy Aussie sits down beside me.

A few minutes later a German couple also sit down.  We chat all afternoon, until just after 3 pm when they all have to leave.  I decide I might as well as do the same thing.

I catch the two buses to the airport, check in, and head through security and then customs.  Both are very fast, as I am one of only 4 people for some reason.  Good timing I guess.

Time flies right bye and I am on my plane.

The plane is full, and as I guessed it, I got an annoying guy beside me.  He has no concept of space, and consistently puts his arm over the arm rest into my seat.  I can’t stand this.  We all have our own seat, the armrest is the border, don’t CROSS IT!.  I try several times to tell him this seat is my seat, not his.  He doesn’t understand, and continues to elbow me the entire flight.

The hardest part is you can’t even say, “Excuse me!”, so they get the hint because they don’t understand any English.  Thank god the flight is only 4 hours long.

I arrive in Bahrain at 11:30 PM, and have a 9 hour layover. Sleeping in helped, I am not tired.

I walk around the airport looking for place to relax, but there is nothing.

I check the prices at the two lounges, to see how much it is to rent a bed for a few hours.  If I remember she said 80 Bahrain, and I thought great, until I found the conversion.  It is $168 CAD for 7 hours rental.  Screw that!

Well it is now 1 AM, and I need to find a toilet.  I find the only one that is not locked, and there is a 4 man line up, with 2 stalls.  I cramp up, but make it into a stall just in time.

I don’t know if you know or have seen what clean toilets are like in Persian countries, but they are more nasty than the overfilling squat toilets in Asia.

Picture this!  A toilet with no seat, no toilet paper, piss and shit sprayed all over the bowl and tank.  A garden hose to wash your brown eye with, that people who should be experts in using, still spray water everywhere but in the toilet.  The floor is half an inch of water.  Oh yes, I am wearing flip flops, not half an inch thick!

Well, at least I made it into the toilet, get my business done, spray my third eye clean, and leave with a wet ass.

This actually clues me into why these guys where long tailed shirts.  It is to cover there stained wet pants!

Let me explain one thing here.  This is not a dirty airport!  Bahrain is a rich country and it shows.  They have 3 guys in the washroom with mops cleaning constantly, but they can’t keep up, with how the people are.  I think they are just used to having people clean up after them.

Yes, you can win this in the airport!

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That is where the excitement ends and the 7 hours of boring wait starts.  I just sit, listen to music, and go for little walks, for the remaining time.

My next flight is there, and I am so happy to be getting on.  Now, just another 7 hour wait until Thailand!

This plane is full again, and the guy sitting beside me is a big dude.  All I can think of, please no, not another annoying dude.  I have not slept in 24 hours!

BUT! I am wrong.  He tries hard to keep from putting his arm on me even though the seats a little to small for him, and “Thats whats I appreciates abouts hims!”  Another bad quote!

Half way through the flight he and I start talking.  He is from Bahrain and is a retired flight attendant.  We have some really great talks.  This flight is 7 hours long, yet, I enjoy it, even with a sore back, no feeling in my ass, and neck pain.

We land in Bangkok and I am so excited.  Within an hour I will be at my hotel sleeping 🙂

Customs again is very fast.  I am second in line, and my bag came out quickly as well.

I walk out to the taxi pickup and the next taxi guy in line asks where I am going.  I show him it is only 5 KM away and he says, “No No, not from me.”  He explains he has to pay an entrance fee into the airport and he has to charge me that on top of my taxi ride, which is less than the airport entrance fee.  He then walks me to the airport arrival area, and gets me a taxi from there.  These taxi’s never enter the airport, so no fee.

If I would have taken his taxi, it would have cost me 300 Bhat ($10 CAD), but the taxi he got me, cost me 150 Bhat ($5 CAD).

Online you read about all of the taxi scams, but here is a perfect example of a good Thai person.

My hotel had bad reviews, but I am getting great a reading between the lines.  A lot of people expect 5 stars in Thailand for $20 a night.  I am sorry, but get real!

I paid $19 for a night for a clean room, comfy bed, and even with a very nice pool.  Check it out!  Oh yeah, and everyone was super nice, unlike the reviews said.


The next morning I leave the hotel at 10:30 AM to the airport, where I catch the bus to Pattaya.

Bus to airport was 150 Bhat ($5 CAD), the 2 hour bus to Pattaya was 120 Bhat ($4 CAD), and then a shared taxi to my condo was another 100 Bhat ($4 CAD).  These were all luxury, clean, new buses.  Can you get that in Canada for this price?

I meet Earthie, the young Thai I am renting my condo from.  He is a really nice guy, and he gets me settled in quickly.  This is a place you have to see!  12,000 Bhat ($447 CAD) for 31 days, plus the service fees, which he has no control over.

Can’t believe this is where I am living for the next month!  Right on the beach, with an amazing pool!  Jealous, I hope so. 🙂

 

Odessa Ukraine to Athens Greece – One more step!

My night starts off around 9 PM, while I am laying in bed thinking, “Oh, I better set my alarm, I have to be awake at 4:30 AM to catch my flight.”

Next, I pack my bag and organize my things, so in the morning, I do not disturb the other people sleeping in the dorm.  I mean, this is a normal thing, I think everyone would do.  However, not everyone gives a shit about others.

I share a dorm room with 5 other guys.  At around midnight all 6 of us are in bed, but one dick, decides he wants to read.  He leaves the very bright light on in the room.  I get up and turn it off, as it is after midnight.  He turns on the other light, which is just as bright.  I don’t say anything, and just try and sleep.

Well, 4 am arrives and I still have not slept because of this fucking bright light, and the guy decided around 2 am to start typing on his laptop.  Oh yeah, I asked him around 3 am if he could just go to sleep, because I have to wake up at 4:30 am.  He says, yes soon.

4:20 AM, he turns off the light and says, Good Night!  I say, “Wonderful, you are a kind person!”

I truly don’t understand people who do not think about how, what they do, can and does affect others.  It’s simple, don’t be a stuck up, selfish person!

4:30 am, my alarm does not go off!  Why, because I am awake, and turn it off before.  No point in making the noise, right!

Anyways, I am already not in a great mood, but I get over it.  I quickly and quietly, get my stuff out of the room and head to the receptionist desk.

My plan was to remind him to call a taxi, and while the taxi is coming, I will brush my teeth, and be ready.  Not what happened.

I first have to wake him up, as he is sleeping on the floor behind the desk.  Then I remind him about the taxi, and he calls.  He tells me 15 minutes and they will call him back to let him know if they have a driver.

This is not looking good.  So I try to ask him to call another taxi place, but as I am typing this on my translator, he says.  “Taxi, Taxi, Taxi” and tries taking my laptop bag.  I stop him and say, “Wait, I am not packed.  I have to toss my tooth brush and jacked in my bag.”  He then tries to take my backpack.  I again say.  No, Wait!  He takes it anyways and starts heading outside.

I am like … FUCK!!!!!!!!!  I toss my tooth brush in my bag and look around quickly for my other stuff. I see nothing as I am more focused on my backpack, running away!

I run after him and he is already putting my bag in the trunk.

Ok, so I went from not sure when a taxi will come, if ever, to, shit my bag is leaving without me in a matter of seconds.

Oh yes, so in the rush, he never gave me my key deposit back.  Oh well, it is only 50 UAH, like $1.10 Canadian.

As I arrive at the airport, I check in and get my tickets.  Everything is looking good. I have an hour before my plane.  I grab some water and relax.

My plane is about to board, and all of a sudden my stomach starts turning.  I have to shit, and I have to shit NOW!  I love IBS-D.  It is great!  I make it to the one toilet, with no seconds to spare.  I sit down so fast I almost fall off of the toilet.  Somehow I managed to shit on the seat, but nothing is on my pants, or underwear.  Score me!  I see an upside to this, except my plane is loading.

I wrap it up and get to my plane just in time.

So here is another bonus to my bad day.  The plane is full but 2 seats, and that one seat is beside me. 🙂

I take some pills for my stomach so I don’t shit myself again.  I still have another flight.

As I am sitting here, thinking, it’s a bit cold.  I think, “where is my jacket.”  Every curse and bad word is now running through my head.  In the rush to the taxi, I left my very expensive Burton jacket sitting on the counter in Odessa.

I love this jacket!

OK, so I try to think positive.  Maybe they can mail it to me, but wait. I don’t even know where I will be from one day to another.

I dunno!

Anyways, we make it to Kiev, where I will be catching my next plane to Athens, Greece.  This makes me smile again, because this has been a dream to see Athens.

As I am waiting in line to go through the security, I always seem to get someone behind me who doesn’t know personal space. Just because you are in a line, does not mean you have to stand on the person ankles in front of you.  However, the guy behind me does.  After the second time, I asked.  “Can you not do that?”  He says sorry and does it again 2 minutes later.  That time I turn around and said, “Thanks”.

This next part I am going to put on the bonus, good side of my scale.

As my ankles are getting bruised, I am watching this other guy get security checked.  They choose him for a random pat down.  These pat downs are very quick, and they miss a lot.  Anyways, as they finish patting down his back, the officer says, “Please sit here.” and points to a chair, while they check his bag.  The guy heard it as, “Please bend over” and the guy touches his toes like he is going to get an anal check.  OMG, I tried so hard not to start laughing.  This was awesome and I apologize for laughing at someone, but this was funny.

Then there is this lady with a zipper sweater on.  The officer asks her to take off her jacket as he thought it was a jacket, not a sweater.  She has nothing on under it but a bra, and actually starts taking it off.  The officer is like, “Oh, no no, keep it on.”  Again, I loved the show and laugh a lot inside.  I love Europe and their free way of thinking!

My next plane arrives and we load.  Great, full plane, and I am sitting against the window, with a giant beside me.  The only thing I hate more is when there is a screaming kid.

Oh but wait,  the seat in front of me is a mom, dad, and a little boy and you guessed it.  He is very well behaved! Not!  The little ass climbs the seat and starts trying to grab my sunglasses.  I say, somewhat nicely.  “GO away!” and give his dad a look.  If I climbed over seats at that age, I would have my ass kicked by my dad, and then if mom got mad, look the fuck out.

They finally, somewhat control the little monster.

Then it happens.  A SCREAMING, and I mean SCREAMING baby is 5 rows back.  Please make it stop.  I am actually starting to contemplate what would be worse, listening to it scream, or opening the door and tossing it, while chancing crashing, and killing everyone on the plane.  Well, we would have at least 1 minute of peace?

So, yes, the plane ride was long, for a 2 hour flight.

But wait, good luck comes my way.  My bag is one of the first off the plane.  Score me!  Customs goes easy, and I am now in Greece.

Some pictures while landing in Athens.

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As I exit the airport, I remember I have Euro’s still from when I was in Finland.  Score me again!

My AirBnB host left me a message saying I catch the bus 95 into the town center, and then A2 to her place.  Sounds easy, and it actually is.  I do take way longer than if I knew where I was going, but that is OK.  I am in Athens, Greece.

Here is one teaser, for the next post!

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Kiev – Odessa, Ukraine – My Cell Phone :(

A few relaxing days in Kiev, walking around, enjoying some cheap beers, and one last message from Jasmin.

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I enjoyed my time here, meeting new people and taking in the views, but it is time to move on.  Odessa looks like the place for me and it is only a $30 dollar, 6 our train ride away.

Just before I go, here are some pictures of Kiev and the first one is of the coffee girl.  I will miss her trying to teach me how to say coffee with milk, in Ukraine.  I still can’t.

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I now love trains, they are so much more comfortable than planes, even though they take a million times longer.  The comfort makes up for it.

However, the comfort ends the minute the train arrives in Odessa.  It is just after midnight, and as I walk out of the train station, about to walk the 2 KM to my hotel.  I notice my phone’s screen is bright green.  Odd!  I turn it off and back on.  Now it is somewhat green, with red and yellow lines going through it.

It quickly dawns on me.  I have no idea where the hotel is, I no longer have internet, no more GPS, no more English to Ukraine translation.  In a panic, I pull out the battery, and reboot the phone. Come on baby, not now!

Nope, its (Technical term) FUCKED!

Well, at least I remember the hotel name.  I ask a taxi if he knows where it is.  Nope, he has no clue.  He asks around, no one else does either.

As I walk toward a group of people, this random, guy asks me if I need help.  I said, Oh Yes!

He speaks English and is with two other people.  All young, and all speak a little English.

They help me, and also warn me about taking a taxi from the street.  They explain to him where my hotel is, and the girl tells me, she already told him 100 Ukraine is the price.  I thank them, and the one guy takes my Facebook.  They offer to show me around Odessa in a few days.  I will take them up on this offer for sure.

Wow!  People are too amazing, and this is why I travel.  Too meet people like this.

So, the taxi takes me where my hotel should be, and it is not there.  Oh yea, I forgot to mention.  The group that helped me, also told me, that this is a shit part of town, and they would not stay here.

The taxi driver asks a group of drunks where the hotel is.  I have no idea what they say, but they are all laughing.  The taxi pulls around the corner to the only hotel in a really rundown area.   He says this is it.

I hand him the 100 Ukraine and he yells, “NO, 200!”.  I say, no we agreed on 100.  He yells again, and hits the steering wheel.  I debated taking this outside the car, then I thought.  Fuck it, 200 UAH is only $10 Canadian and it’s 1 AM, in the middle of nowhere.

So, I pay and say, “I hope you enjoy being a useless human!”  He has no idea what I am saying.

The hotel lobby has this extremely cute receptionist.  I think her name is Anastasia.  She tells me this is not my hotel and googles where my hotel is.  It is a 5 minute walk away.  I say thanks, to this overly cheerful, Ukraine girl.

The 5 minute walk to my hotel was a little sketchy.  Picture run down buildings, no street lights, and a drunk, dirty couple making out on the ground behind a broken park bench.  Yes, I feel safe!

I get to my hotel, and the door is locked.  Mind you, I called earlier in the day to confirm a late arrival of after 1 AM, and they said it was OK.  Looking at the hotel, I do not want to stay here either.  As far as I can tell, it is a hooker hotel.  Nasty as shit.

I walk back to see the very cute, Anastasia, in hopes they have a room at a reasonable price.

She does have a room, but even better she has a hostel bed at a fraction of the cost.  Even bigger bonus, is the hostel room is empty.

While checking in, she tells me some fun stories about people she has met while working at a hostel.  I like this girl, she is really fun.

I am finally checked in, showered, and ready for bed.  Tomorrow I will be searching for, phone repair, or a new phone.

What a day of mixed emotions.  Sad about my phone, happy meeting 3 cool Ukraines, pissed at a taxi driver, and then ended off with a big smile, meeting another cool Ukraine girl, and getting an entire hostel room to myself.

To live is the rarest thing in the world!

So I just heard two people talking about if they won money, and surprising it was in English and then I logged into Facebook and saw the quote below.  This caused me to write this blog post.

I don’t know how many of you read the annoying quotes people post on social media all the time, but some days I do.

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde

This is so true!  That is where I was a year ago, when I realized life does not have to follow what people are taught to expect.

I was always told, not just by parents, I mean by teachers, friends, media, etc, that to live, you must work, and not just work, I mean, work everyday!  This is so not true, and it still drives me nuts.  When I was home for the summer the most common question I was asked was related to work.  “When are you going to work again?”, “Working this summer?”, “Did you work when you traveled?”.  I was asked this more than I was asked, how was your travels?

One of the dumbest sayings I hear people say is, “If I won the lottery I would still work, what else would I do!”  Oh my god! I can give you a list of 1 billion things you could do, work is not one of them!

Sure, have hobbies you love like, painting, restoring cars,  buying a bulldozer and digging holes for fun, buy a remote control car with a camera and chase your neighbors annoying rat sized dog, stand at the entrance of your local grocery store and help every single person you meet with carrying their groceries, but, do not work!

Hmmm, what would I do if I won the lottery?  Well, first I have never purchased a ticket, I see it as just another tax, as I call it, Dummy Tax.  But if I did, I can tell you one hobby I would have.  I would find where my friends work, pay their bosses to let me sit across the room and shoot elastic bands at them all day.  Or I would start a charity, give all my friends great jobs, and tell them they will be fired if they don’t let me annoy them all day, example from last statement.

Awww, the dreams we have.

Anyways, back to my rant after reading Oscar’s quote.

Start living your life, don’t get stuck in some stupid rut, or job that you just go to everyday, and come home, over and over.  Start working towards getting out of that, and I don’t mean in 20 years when you retire.  I also am not relating to only work.  Get out of the house and enjoy life.  Call a friend you have not seen in ages and go visit, start taking nightly walks, and take a different route every time, and you’ll be amazed at how your life will change.   Everyday you waste sitting, is another day wasted in a life you only live ONCE!

Leave me comments on how you stopped just living your life, or what you would do with lottery money!

Thanks all for reading.

 

Kiev, Ukraine – I am so confused!

The short 1 hour commute from Vilnius to Kiev was quick and painless.  My flight mate was a guy who respected space, like I do on a plane.  So, that was a nice change.

When I landed, I was quickly harassed by a cab driver, but he actually seemed nice and then helped me find a SIM card and then bank machine.  Yes, Yes, I know! He was being nice so I would use his cab.  Well, why not!  He worked for it and the price was reasonable.  It was 35 KM or more to the hotel, and that cost me $600 UAH, or $31 CAD.  I know I could have found cheaper, but whatever.

He was also a pretty cool guy and told me about the current scams to tourist including what ATMs to use and what to look for on them.  People have been adding second scanners that are hard to notice.  But he showed me pictures, so now I know what to look for.

Anyways, my hotel room is a single bed, private bathroom, but fucking weird layout, for all under $20 CAD a night.  I needed a break from people.  No offence to everyone I have met and seen over the last few months, but I got tired of you. 🙂 and need a break.

I am also on the 17th floor.  Some nice views!

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I won’t go into each days details, but so far, they have been similar.  Wake up in a fucking hot room, no AC or fan.  Go down to the coffee cart where the hot 19 year old works and get the same coffee for 20 UAH, $1 CAD.  Mind you this is specialty coffee, not Tims for a buck.  Next, go up to the room, drink coffee, shower, eat banana, poop and then go for a walk around town.

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Evenings consist of, Holy Shit that is cheap beer, for 30 cents CAD.  Yup, been drinking to much.

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Sometimes I sit at the bar where another hot girl works and I dream about her back end when she gets me cold beer from the bottom shelf. 🙂  Oh yeah, worth that 1 dollar.

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I also got a haircut for $60 UAT, $3.00 CAD.

So lets get onto the, What the Freggle Rock was Rob thinking parts of Kiev.

Well, I signed up for Tinder, not Grinder as I saw just before installing.  Made a prfile, added my sexy mug shot, and then started liking all the hot Ukraine girls, in hopes of finding love.

Oh, in case you don’t know me, I do not believe in love and think it is a big HOAX.  Yes, most of your parents love you, but that is called Forced Love, they made you.  Other than that, it’s not real.

However, I keep trying to find that Miss Right between all of the Miss Right Nows.

I got several likes in Tinder, and all super hot.  I mean 9 or 10s.  Way out of my league, but we all know that is why Americans come here.

All of the girls, but 1 asked me for my support.  Which means, I pay, they touch my doodle.  Not what I am looking for.

One girl my age, who is super cute messaged me and asked to meet for coffee and a nice conversation.  Sweet!  Her name is Sveta, and she is 38.

My thought was, she is older and more mature, maybe this is for real.  Nope!  during our coffee conversation I explained to her that I was backpacking and am very cheap.  Within seconds, she said she had to go.  Yup, as soon as she knew I was not a sugar daddy, she bolted away, faster than a gay chasing the Oscar Mayer wiener car.

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My impressions of Ukraine women online so far. I very much doubtful there are any that are not hookers, or users.  Too bad, they are friggn smokin hot!

Well, why not try it once more, “but this time with feeling!”

So, I meet Jasmin.  I think she is mid twenties, 1/4 Asian, 3/4 Ukraine. Oh my god, hot.  160 CM tall, super skinny, and cans that make my eyes water, and WTF, she wants to meet.  OK, why not!

It actually goes really good.  We hang out for a day, she never asks for gifts, just for me to pay for lunch, dinner, breakfast *wink* *wink*.  Anyways, I had the best time of my life, until that late morning.

She tells me she has to go, gives me a hug and kiss.  I think to work, but sometimes she mixes Ukraine, with English, so who knows.  Anyways, as she is leaving, I noticed her eyes are watery.  Being me, this means nothing more than a sneeze coming on.

1 hour later she text me this, “I really like you! I don’t want to be sid all days. Sorry. :(”  I know sid, means sad and all days means, because I am leaving, I live in Canada, sort of, and she lives her.  Maybe I should not have told her how long it takes to get a visa into Canada, for Ukraine’s.

I tried texting her back, but a day later no response and she blocked me on Tinder.

Only Pictures I have of Jasmin are one I snapped with my back phone camera, and other from her profile picture.

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So, that is where I currently sit in Kiev, and I think I will just enjoy the sights here and move on soon.  Where I am going next!

Vilnius – What did we get into?

OK, so today started off pretty relaxing.  Woke up a little late, almost 9 am.  Tony was just about to go for a walk, and I asked if he wanted to get coffee together.  He is like, “Yes, come with me.  I will show you great coffee for 10 cents!”

Cheap coffee, obviously I am in.

It takes us about 10 minutes to get to the joint, which is called Hesburger.  It sort of looks like Burger King our way, but they actually have espresso machines.  He was not kidding, a coffee is 10 cents Euro, which is like 16 cents CAD and damn good.

We sit for an hour or so just enjoying all of the views, and I don’t just mean old buildings.  The Lithuanian women are the hottest I have ever seen, and too add my pain, there is way more women then men.  Even google it, it’s actually a fact.

Every girl here looks perfectly fit, even the ones with 2 kids.  I don’t know how they do it, but I am not complaining.

I do have to say, their facial expressions are lacking though.  I even discussed it with a local.  It is normal for a girl, to look down at her feet when passing a male.  They rarely smile, unless they know you.  I guess once they know you, they are pretty cool.

Later I test this fact!

Picture while waiting for Tony to tinkle.

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After coffee Tony and I walk around the town in the areas we have not been in.  Not taking any real direction just following others and going in the direction of things we think in the distance are cool.

We are both getting hungry and start looking for a place to eat.  While walking by a couple eating something that looked amazing, we decide, lets eat here.

The place is a vegetarian restaurant and cheap!  I don’t exactly recall the price, but I think it was $10 Euro for two of us.  So like $7 CAD each?  The place is called, Radharane, and here is a snap of my plate.

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We are now both happy and decide to go for a pint at a patio we saw earlier.  They have large pints for .99 Euro, $1.60 CAD.  Yes, this turns out to be the start of me corrupting Tony.

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I wish I had a picture of Tony, but for whatever reason, I lost most of my pictures from today.  Anyways, Tony is from the UK, where he is a teacher and I have to add, a pretty cool, nice guy, but not for long. 🙂

After 3 pints, a group of local girls sit at the patio table beside us.  I noticed they are laughing, which is not common to see.  So I say to Tony, here is my chance to get some answers. LOL.

So, I lean over and ask if they speak English and they do.  I proceed tease them and ask them questions about girls their age, not smiling.  I even add, I am extremely good looking and most girls don’t look into my beautiful eyes.  For whatever reason they are into it and we start having some really good conversations with them.  I find out they are all local and about 24 years in age.  I tell them I am also 24, which they don’t believe me, but seem to think its funny.

Did I mention all of these girls are 10s?  No joke, Tony even thought they might be models.

During the conversation the one girl never smiles or says anything, and it seems like I am annoying her.  I am used to this, I annoy a lot of people!  Then a bee starts flying around her, and she takes a knife and tries catching the bee with it.  I use this opportunity tease her and call her a bee killer, and to not to get on her bad side.  She loves this and her attitude changes.  So much so, that when Tony and I stopped talking to them, she poked me with the knife to get me to continue talking.

Anyways, eventually we are on our 7th pint, and I am almost to drunk to make any good conversation with them. I think I gave them my card and number, but that part is a bit foggy.

We then pay and head out for a walk, to sober up a little.

Next we find ourselves in a grocery store buying more beer.

The rest of the night gets foggy for me, but I do remember teasing a group of local guys skateboarding, trying to get them to show us some skills.  Next was at a restaurant where I meet a guy in line for food.  We talk about salaries here verses Canada, etc.  He was a cool guy, but I don’t recall what else we talked about.

Later the shit show continues with me teasing some local girls, outside the restaurant and I don’t even remember, but Tony said it went well.

Our night ended with us finishing our last beer and going up to bed.

The next day, Tony was leaving for home and he thanked me for the best day on his vacation.  He told me, his entire 3 weeks vacation he never really talked to any local girls, but one day with me, we talked to several and all were laughing with me, I think!

Anyways, I will miss Tony, he was a fun guy.  A little shy, but a great guy.

A couple of pictures that I still have!

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The next day I didn’t do to much.  Just ate some pizza, catch up on my blogs, and relaxed.  As Tomorrow I am flying to Kiev, Ukraine.

Vilnius, Lithuania new friends great views, no sleep

I arrived in Vilnius around 10 pm, and jumped onto bus 88, that I already knew would take me close to my hostel.  The bus is only 1 Euro.  Pretty cheap.

On the bus I meet a French Canadian who is going to meet her boyfriend and backpack around the Baltic countries for 2 weeks.  She is really cool and I use my phone maps to help her find her stop.

From the bus stop to my hostel is 1 km walk, but looks like a not so nice area.  The good news is, I made it without any issues.  You never know when you are new to a country and it is dark out.

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Checking into the hostel was a breeze, and cheap at $10 CAD a night.  But I only booked one night in case the hostel itself is no good.

There is only one bed left, which is the top bunk.  I hate the top bed because I am not a climber, but for one night, that’s OK.

20 minutes later I am trying to sleep but one guy is snoring so loud, that its impossible. Actually I have never heard any snore that loud in my life.  I mean, it was almost screaming.

Another guy in the room got so mad, that he woke the guy up twice, so we could sleep.

The next morning I see the guy who was snoring and he looked like an idiot.  He did not look like the type of person I wanted to chat up.

But let this be a lesson, never judge a book by its cover.  Later that day he came into the room when I was going to try and catch up on sleep I missed last night, and he started to apologize to me for snoring.  It turns out the reason he looked like a not nice person was because he was extremely embarrassed about snoring.

We had a really nice conversation and I found out he is from Spain, and is traveling around to meet his girlfriend who lives in another country.

He and I later took a walk to a cheap supermarket, he knew of.  What a truly nice guy.

That morning two of the other guys in the room took me out for breakfast.  My egg omelet was 1.90 Euro.  Love the cheap food already.

During the day, I walked around Vilnius and just explored.  Check out some of the cool pictures.

 

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In the evening I didn’t do too much, just tried getting some sleep, but mister snorie was at it again.  Meh, what can you do.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot.  The hostel turned out to be really nice, so I am staying 3 more nights.  But who knows where I will go after that.