Sunday, December 1, 2013

Brighton 2012

Royal residence, nobody expected that!
Karaliskasis dvaras, nesitikejau ji surasti tokiame mazame miestelyje!
The residence looks like confusion-of-styles. But what do I know about styles?! It is certainly Indian inspired. Why Indian? Oh, wait... no... can't remember...
Dvaras atrodo kaip stiliaus nesusipratimas. Na bet ka as suprantu apie stilius?! Akivaizdziai itakotas indu. Kodel indu? Viska man papsakojo tik reikia prisiminti...deja...neprisimenu...
Dora cooking dinner
Dora gamina vakariene
And yes, good guess, we ate it:)
Na taip, mes ta vakariene suvalgeme:)
Woman in the prison
Moteriske kaleime
A tiny window for small burglars
Mazas langiukas plonyciams vagiliams
And oh, naked people
Ir, oi, nuogi zmones
Dai and Dora after dinner
Dai ir Dora po vakarienes
I remember at the end I got a lesson on mushrooms, but I am sure this was not it. This must be a Big-Book-of-Important-Facts!
Prisimenu, kad kalbejom apie grybus, bet ne si knyga ne apie tai. Tai tikriausiai stora-svarbiu-faktu-knyga!

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Italy, 2012

 
Where to go, what to do..., where are we?
Kur eiti, ka daryti...., o kur mes esam?
Lets just wander around.
O gal tiesiog apsizvalgykim.
Lemon tree.
Citrinmedis.
Face, I wonder, who was posing?
Veidas, idomu, kas pozavo?
Me and nice firm buttocks above.
As ir uzpakalis.
 
Remains of some little park, near the house of Christopher Columbus.
Parkelio liekanos, salia Kristupo Kolumbo namelio.
OK, this I don't get. I think modern-art should be called: I-don't-want-to-waste-my-time-for-art.
Sito as visai nesuprantu. Manau, kad modernus-menas turetu buti pavadintas: as-nenoriu-gaisti-laiko-menui.
Don't worry darling, we will find another hotel :)
Nesirupink, brangusis, surasim kita viesbuti.
Italian tumble-dryer.
Italiska dziovykle.
The Cinque Terre - a trail along the sea coast, through the hills connecting 5 villages.
Cinque Terre - takas palei jura, per kalvas, jungiantis 5 gyvenvietes.
We will go there, to that village far far away.
Musu keliones tikslas ta gyvenviente toli horizonte.
Window to the sea.
Langas i jura.
Off the trail. And where do you think you are going?
Nesuk is kelio del takelio. Na ir kur ten keberiokslinies?
This is how the trail looks like, I understand it took centuries to build it. Sadly, it is constantly being destroyed by rains and mudslide.
Va taip tas takas palei jura atrodo, matyt uztruko amzinybe ji nutiesti. Deja, jis nuolat vietomis sugadinamas lietaus ir purvo nuosliauzu.
Doors to nowhere.
Durys i niekur.
Tired of climbing, sometimes that trail goes 500m up.
Pavarge nuo lipimo, tas takas vietomis pakyla i 500m auksti.
The bridge, pretty scary passage.
Tiltas, baisoka per toki eiti.
Once upon a time..., but not anymore.
Viena karta, seniai labai seniai..., bet ne dabar.
Up and down, up and down... Down is better.
Virsun-zemyn, virsun-zemyn. Zemyn linksmiau.
Fisherman (on the right). I am sure he won't catch anything.
Zvejys (is desines). Esu tikra, kad jis nieko nepagaus.
Change of scenery. Leaning Pisa, 5m off vertical axis.
Peizazo pasikeitimas. Pasvirusi Piza, 5m nuo vertikalios asies.
Everything is leaning in that Pisa.
Viskas pasvire toje Pizoje.
Milan's Cathedral, 5th largest in the world, breath taking.
Milano Katedra, 5-a pagal dydi pasaulyje, neitiketina.
Nothing is leaning in Milan :)
Milane niekas nepasvire :)

Friday, October 5, 2012

Lithuania trip, summer 2010 and 2011

Lithuania, here i come...
Lietuva, nuo ko pradeti...
First, the hospital where i was born, in Utena.
Visu pirma, ligonine Utenoj, kurioj as gimiau.
In this place was the house where my father was born.
Vieta, kurioj stovejo namas, kuriame mano tetis gime.
Just next, there is still a house standing which belonged to my fathers uncle.
Salia vis dar stovi mano senelio brolio namas.
This was the place where my father grew up, I've spent few summers here when i was little.
O sitoj vietoj stovejo namas kuriame uzaugo mano tetis.
Traveling through Lithuania, sometimes you have to get out of the car and check whether road puddles are not too deep.
Kartais vaziuojant Lietuvos keliais, reikia nusimauti batus ir patikrinti ar balos ne per gilios.
Birzai, little city in the north of Lithuania (yes, city).
Birzai, mazas miestelis siaures Lietuvoj.
Somewhere in the east of Lithuania, these are remains of the ice melt-down, long long time ago.
Kazkur rytu Lietuvoj ledynmecio liekanos.
Just one of the million, Lithuania is covered with lakes.
Tiesiog vienas is milijono Lietuvos ezeriuku.
The first church build by old-believers who escaped Russia 300 years ago. It is hidden in the peninsula of a big lake (Sartai). The church celebrated 300 years in 2011. Old believers where hiding from persecution and protecting their religion.
Pirmoji sentikiu baznycia pastatyta pries 300 metu, baznycia paslepta Sartu ezero pusiasalyje. Sentikiai pabego is Rusijis pries 300 metu, slepesi nuo persekiojimo ir saugojo savo tikejima.
These are the last old-believers themselves celebrating 301 years for their church.
O cia paskutiniai sentikiai, svencia 301 baznycios metus.
Village mail system.
Kaimo pastas.
Fields and fields, the highest point of Lithuania is less than 200 meters:)
Laukai ir laukai, auksciausias Lituvos taskas yra maziau negu 200 metru :)
Who's that in the field?
O kas ten stovi laukuose?
The summer house of my fathers friend - Gediminas. He also has a sauna near the lake in a tent!
Mano tetes draugo Gedimino vasarnamis. Jis turi ir pirtele palapinej pre ezero!
Here he is, also my mother, me and Claes.
O cia ir pats Gediminas, na ir mano mama, as is Klausas.
We caught (?!) some fish in the lake and made a soup, delicious, mmm.
Prisigaudem zuveliu (?!) ir issivirem labai skanios zuvienes.
I think Claes was not convinced about soup-making technique.
Nesu tikra ar Klausas suprato musu zuvienes virimo principus.
There was a mad wood carver living some 50 years ago in the city Rokiskis, or near it. If only I could remember his name.
Gyveno pries koki 50 metu paseles drozinetojas Rokiskyje, o gal prie Rokiskio. O vardo ir neprisimenu.
The bike, 100 years old, no, probably more than 100. The saddle is a simple  chunk of wood. People are so spoiled these days :)
100 metu (o gal ir daugiau) senumo dviratis. Sedyne - tiesiog gabalas medzio. Zmones islepe siom dienom, tokiu nevaziuotu.
The hill of crosses. It's a strange place where people come and leave the cross. Obviously, after several years the hill got covered with crosses of every size.
Kryziu kalnas. Keista vieta i kuria zmones atnesa ir palieka kryziu ar kryzeli.
Canoe trip started. It is a small river Sventoji, very curvy and beautiful, surrounded by forests and fields.
Baidariu kelione Sventaja prasidejo. Upele vingiuoja per miskus ir laukus. Kaip grazu.
Claes, looks like a pirate.
Klausas primena pirata.
My mother is not yet tired, but it will come :)
Mama dar nepavargus, bet nuovargis ateis :)

On a lunch break.
Pietu pertrauka.
Birches
Berzai

Short stop
Trumpas sustojimas 
Everything was so nice, and then thunderstorm came, till we found where to hide it was too late, we were wet to the bone.
Viskas buvo gerai ir prasidejo liutis su ziabais ir perkunija, kol pasislepem tai perslapom iki paskutinio siulelio.
On the way to the sea the evening came. What to do, what to do? We stopped at some farm and asked them to let us spend the night.
Pakeliui i pajuri uzklupo vakaras. Ka daryti - prisiprasem i kazkokia sodyba, kad leistu pernakvoti.
Evening
Vakaras
Nida
Near the Baltic sea, the field of wild thyme.
Prie baltijos juros, ciobreliu laukas.
Mama
Karolis, my nephew
Karolis, sunenas.


Dunes of Nida,
Nidos kopos
Russian (Kaliningrad) border, anyone can cross it
Kaliningrado siena, nesunku pereiti.
Too hot in these dunes
Per karsta tose kopose
The best lunch ever, freshly caught and smoked fish. It was still in the sea in the morning. I think it was bream.
Patys sauniausi pietus, svieziai sugauta is isrukyta zuvis. Karsis lyg ir.

My sand castle
Mano smelio pilis
Oh no..., end of the trip, time to go home, back to the every day nothing-ever-happens life :(
O ne..., kelione baigesi, metas namo, kasdienybe laukia :(