So it’s morning. All of our limbs are still in pain from yesterday, but we have the Baltic sea waiting for us, only 50km away.
Thats great, isn’t it!?
We set off, there wasn’t a lot going on that day, we got on the road, lucky for us, first time across the whole of lithuania, there was a bike path going alongside to the road. So we took it.
Eventually, around 20km later, we reached a smaller village where Paulius’ other grandparents lived. We stopped at theirs to say hello, and have a short rest.
Apparently they had no idea we were going to show up, even though Paulius’ dad stated otherwise. Funny.
Well, they still decided to prepare us something to eat. After a nice fulfilling lunch, we talked for a little. And had a little peaceful rest.
After that, we took off again, leaving us with only 20km to go. We continued on another bikepath and headed to Palanga. There really was nothing ahead of us, no amazing views, no cool roads. Just a regular path.
Eventually we reached one end of Palanga.
Then we got lost. I’ve been to the city plenty of times, but this was a different end and it was confusing. So after wandering around, we finally reached the place were we were staying the night. Even though it was late and getting chilly, it didn’t take much hesitation before we both agreed to head to the sea, and take a swim. It was great!
Here’s the ever so famous bridge of Palanga. It’s quite a nice one in the evening, although quite a lot of people are always on it.
After the swim, we went to the pizzeria with the rest of my family, ate some delicious pizzas and headed for the bridge again. The views are amazing, as well as watching the sunset was pretty cool and rewarding.
After all of the nice walks and so, we headed for home, to our comfortable beds.
Day 5. Our last day.
This was our last day here and on our trip… It was nice to finally end our trip and the realization of having accomplished something this big at such a small age was truly great. Sure it wasn’t something impossible, but sure enough it was something big, something we both had talked about a few years back.
6am. Our alarm clocks again screaming for us to wake up. We both jump up and get dressed. Nope, not the biking clothes. The swimming trunks!
In the evening the day before, we both had decided that we want a morning swim. Our train was at around lunch time so we had to leave at around 9am latest. We got dressed pretty quickly and by 6.15 were both outside marching to the sea.
The main street, which heads to the bridge, normally is packed with people. This morning, presumably like every other morning at this time, it was almost a ghost town.. apart from the occasional drunk. Most of them were on the so called “walk of shame” heading home from the club. Swearing at their friends for what happened the night before. And as for us, it was just an early morning walk. Nothing too much out of the ordinary..
As we reached the beach, it was even quieter. The sea was calm, not a single wave. And the occasional jogger passed us.
That’s the first time I saw this bridge dead empty… Nice, huh?
So having little to no time, we headed for the beach, taking of our shirts and placing our feet in the water. It was freezing! Oh holy god how cold it was. But that didn’t stop us, we walked until knee-deep, swearing at each other for making each other do this. We decided to run for it. We both counted to five (why the hell he chose five is still a mystery…) And ran into it. Diving into the calm waters of the sea. Ohh it was cold for sure. But there was nothing more refreshing than the nice breezy water covering us, telling us to wake up.
We came back home around 7, had a nice breakfast sitting on the floor as my brother was still sleeping in the dining room.
We finally got ourselves ready for the last few kilometers on our bikes. As exhausted and tired from the trip we were, we both did NOT want it to end so soon. We wanted a few more days by the beach. A few more days on the bikes.
We hoped on, and hurried out as we had a train to catch.
We started from the streets, jumping into a gravel park. I was sure there was supposed to be a great curvy asphalt around here. Paulius was already annoyed at me for false promises but I did not ease down, and continued my way, looking for that single road.
Around 10km from our starting point of today, we saw this glorious road of ours. Oh the beauty. We were so amazed and distracted that no pictures were taken.
The road had everything. Peaceful nature surrounding us, flawless asphalt layed down, and no people other than the occassional cycler passing us. We sped up, these curves were too much to slow down, it got us awake, and really amazed at how greatly we end the trip! We continued the road for quite a while until it ended and we jumped on the road again.
We got to the station, changed to our casual clothing, and sat down waiting for the train.
Overall we had an amazing trip. It was one heck of an experience, we cycled a total of 450km plus some more back home to reach our homes from the train stations.
Both of us were tired but happy and proud.
We can’t wait for next year!
Thanks to everyone who supported us, and our bikes for making this possible!
Here’s a video of the trip highlights in case you haven’t seen it.