17. Vilnius, Lithuania

By Dennis

Woke up to rain this morning, so a good day to catch up on things: the blog, washing clothes, planning for the next days, expenses, emails etc. etc. We are staying in an AirBnb on the edge of the Old town as they have been working out well for us, usually cheap, close to the action and it gives us a place to cook our own meals rather than eating out all time. Last night was my turn to cook and I made a pork dish in a chantrelle cream sauce served over new potatoes and with a fresh salad. The chantrelles and lettuce I bought from women selling their produce on the steps of the nearby supermarket – cheap at 2 euros for a bag of chantrelles and 60 cents for 4 bunches of leaf lettuce. Can you imagine how Thrifty’s would react if farmers sold their produce outside their doors!

Buying mushrooms for dinner

Vilnius with a population of about 600,000 is widely spread out covering an area of about 20x20km, and, in the summer at least, attracts many European tourists. It is full of baroque architecture in the Old Town which is recognized as a World Heritage site, and is culturally vibrant with many music venues, art galleries, restaurants, bars and of course churches.

I always enjoy sampling the local cuisine and today tried “zeppelins” – they were delicious!

Yes they really are as heavy as they look, I have no idea why they call them zeppelins which are lighter than air. They are boiled dough filled with a tasty meat mix and served with sour cream. Thank goodness we are burning 3500-4000 calories a day!

Random pictures around Vilnius…

After 3 nights in Vilnius, tomorrow we are off on the next leg, to Warsaw – 490km and 5 days riding.

16. Honestly, We Did Not Know

By Don

First first – Ron Jewula who is on a trip with Dunnery Best posted his first blog about cycling in the Himalayas. Look at the Blog Roll on this post for the link. It is very good, I mean very, very good. We are crowd sourcing to raise money for an oxygen tent and six pack for them. Please e-transfer $ to Dennis or Don and we will ensure they get it 😉

Why? For that you will have to read his blog.

Second first – this post is long, but most of it is appropo quotes from the internet. Come on, suffer through, it will be worth it. Or not.

Don’t even know where to start. Well Estonia, but I think it covers all of the Baltic States. When I wrote A Blue Streak, we really hadn’t done any research on what Estonian people were like. We did not know. The brevity of response that we got from sales people in stores was startling and so, well, one had to comment. Since then we have coined terms like the Estonian Scowl which has been expanded to Latvian Scowl and The Lithuanian Face of Indifference. We’ve said hello and smiled at people cycling by us which gets us a blank stare. (This I must admit is part of our scientific ‘wave’ test. We wave and smile to see if they wave back. We are testing to see if people get friendlier the further south we go. In the Baltic States we are batting around 1% although it did seem to get better, but statistically insignificant, in Lithuania.)

But then came the issues in Riga. First we were seriously insulted for walking in an area where other people were walking and there was no indication we shouldn’t walk. The lady, I guess, had decided it was her job to randomly chastise people for walking in a unmarked ‘restricted’ area adjacent to where they were getting ready for the evenings concert.  But the straw that broke the camel’s back, OK, not the straw but the 2,000 pound round bale of hay that was dropped on the camels back and crushed him into the ground was….. . . Dennis broke a shift cable and went to a nearby bike store as he was missing a tool to repair it. When asked about getting it fixed they said they didn’t fix bikes and directed him to a shop 5 miles away and wrote down the address for him. That was nice, you are saying. Well, I knew of one a few blocks away which they didn’t mention. Unfortunately he went there only to find it was closed. He thought nothing for it but to cycle off to the one in the distance they had recommended. Back at the ranch I checked on the internet and found it was also already closed for the weekend. Well now you are saying we can’t really blame the sales person for those two minor indiscretions if they were even that. But this story isn’t over. So I phoned him “Dennis, that shop is closed. Hope you like riding with no rear derailleur.” So Dennis went back to the first store to see if there was anything that could be done, perhaps buy a tool. He got a different sales person who directed him to the repair shop in the back of the store where it was quickly fixed. Now come on. Huh? A small bicycle store and the salesman doesn’t know they fix bikes as part of their business? Your not seeing the pattern?

So we have been talking to Dr. Google trying to find out what causes this. GDP per capita, population density, history of Soviet occupation, rank on the happiness scale, religion, etc. Then we thought, maybe it just us, so rather than statistics we looked for comments on the internet on smiling in the Baltic States to see if anyone else has noticed. I recommend you don’t do this unless you have a few hours to spend. Here are some quotes. Enjoy.

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“You don’t just say hello to the Estonian. You need to have a reason for it. Seeing a friend? Say hello to him! Don’t say hello to his friend though, you don’t know her. In the check out? Say hello to the cashier. If an Estonian says hello to a cashier, he feels like he’s had enough socializing for the day. Though when confronted with a colleague in a corridor walking towards him who he doesn’t know so well, he can say ‘tere’ (hello), but he doesn’t really have to. He’s in much safer hands pretending he got a phone call on his mobile. Or easier yet – he just looks at the wall and pretends to be in deep thought. Now he escaped a possible social contact event.”

I think we know why there are so few coffee shops.

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“Coming to Estonia, you must keep in mind, that this is a small nation, occupied over and over again. It has teached us to keep our thoughts to ourselves and treat every newcomer as a possible threat, at least until not proved opposite. It’s running in our blood and we can’t do anything about it. After that, northern character, which means no talking, no explaining, only what you do, counts.” 

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“When speaking to an Estonian occasional eye contact is OK but glancing around is the norm. To annoy someone, hold direct eye contact making them feel very uncomfortable. You can combine this with a compliment, a smile, or general small talk for added effect.”

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Estonia can be found in the modest 94th position (PEI score 64), out of 143 surveyed countries. Like with sports, it can take comfort in the fact that its eternal Baltic rivals are even worse off. Lithuania, according to the poll, is one of the unhappiest nations in the world, on par with Afghanistan (PEI score 55), and below conflict-ridden South Sudan and Ukraine, and Ebola-stricken Liberia.

The PEI score was derived from positive responses that around 1,000 adults from each country gave to the following questions:

  • Did you feel well-rested yesterday?
  • Were you treated with respect all day yesterday?
  • Did you smile or laugh a lot yesterday?
  • Did you learn or do something interesting yesterday?
  • Did you experience the following feelings (list not included) a lot of the day yesterday? How about enjoyment?

However, as the organizers point out, it must be taken into account that low positive emotions do not necessarily mean high negative emotions.

“For example, people in the former Soviet Union countries typically report some of the lowest positive emotions in the world; however, they also report some of the lowest negative emotions in the world. Gallup has previously reported that people in this region simply don’t report many emotions at all. An earlier survey on emotions revealed Lithuanian to be the joint second least emotional country in the world along with Georgia and behind Singapore.”

A guy walked by with a t-shirt that said “no feeling”. We thought, what? Now we know.

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Welcome to the culture of Estonia.

Please avoid any form of eye contact with people you haven’t met before. Even then, keep it at a minimum and try to ignore anyone who isn’t in your circle of 3-4 best friends. In case of accidental eye contact it is most important that you turn your whole head away immediately.

You have no idea how often we saw this. “Caught you looking.” “No you did not, I am studying the pavement.”

Even when talking to your Estonian friends, don’t hold eye contact for more than 2 seconds straight. Eye contact longer than 2 seconds, even when talking one on one, will make the average Estonian very nervous. The longer you stare, the more agitated the Estonian becomes. These are the internal thoughts of an Estonian when you’re talking to him and staring straight in the eyes: “Damn he’s one of those starers. How can he stare so long at me? Why is he doing that? Is he trying to dominate me? I’m bigger than this! I can stare too! Damn, I only managed a second or so. He’s still staring. I’m totally confused and don’t really know what he’s talking about. Is he a serial killer?”

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So it isn’t just Dennis and I. I think it is what the people were taught, or not taught, as children.

“Smile and the whole world smiles with you.”? Nope, instead “Scowl and you scowl alone which is how you want to be so why would you smile?”

“A smile is a universal welcome.” To which they respond “How did that work for us with the Germans and the Russians?”

“Your face is going to freeze like that.” For which they would say “and your point is?”.

Which begets the question, do people smile because they are happy or are they happy because they are smiling. Apparently it works both ways, or so some say. Read this, especially if you like cute dog pictures.

For the record the most ‘contact’ we have had while cycling in this beautiful place is with drivers passing us on often narrow roads. They have been incredibly courteous. In cities it is the same as they go out of their way to keep you safe. Now that’s not fun to write about but we would gladly trade that for the occasional smile and “hello”.

15. From Capital to Capital – Riga, Latvia to Vilnius, Lithuania – 317 km

By Dennis

Riga to Birzai – 100km Avg 19.2km/hr

We were up and away at 7:15 to try and get a headstart on the busy Riga traffic and the forecasted hot day. It has been a good rest in Riga with its many interesting sites but definitely time to move on and get some more K’s under our wheels. Komoot almost immediately put us onto some bone shaking cobblestone back roads, as it seems when you plan your route using the ‘touring bike’ option (as compared to the mountain bike or road bike option) it avoids all main roads whenever it can – which in Latvia means the worst roads. Lesson learned, we bailed on the suggested route and jumped on the nearby highway which on a Sunday morning was mostly empty, and continued on the highway all the way to Birzai, Lithuania, avoiding the suggested ‘scenic’ detours on gravel roads. And of course, you guessed it, there were solid headwinds the entire day.

Being a Sunday, Birzai was quiet with most shops closed and, much to our chagrin, the local supermarkets cut off liquor sales after 3pm. No micronutrient replacement therapy today! (We found out later that every other day of the week the cut-off time is 8pm)

Lithuania is a very Catholic country as compared to the Greek Orthodox of Estonia and Latvia, and Birzai with its population of 19,000 has 19 churches and chapels. If this ratio was extrapolated to Greater Victoria there would be 360 churches! Better not swear blasphemously in this country! It is interesting that Lithuania ranks as only the 60th happiest country in the world. Is there a correlation between religion and lack of happiness? Or is it that you cannot buy a bottle of wine for Sunday night dinner?

Lithuanian flag. We passed into our 3rd country today. 6 to go!
Lithuania is part of the EU.
The forbidden fruit on Sunday afternoon. 90% of these bottles are vodka!
I never knew “Soviet Bloc” applied to their sculptures as well!
Don sporting his new sunglasses while practicing the Estonian/Latvian/Lithuanian scowl. We spent 2 days traipsing around Riga so he could find a pair that matched his vest and gloves. Fashionista!

Birzai to Anyksciai- 106km Avg 19.2km/hr

Anyksciai – pronounced Ah-nick’-shay. It is almost impossible to remember the pronunciation of words except for “aciu” (ah-choo) which means “thank you”.

It would have been a good sailing day, tacking to weather all day with the occasional beam reach on the curves, and finally for the last 2km, a light run into Anyksciai. We will have to make a sacrifice to the wind gods.

Anyksciai is a small town of 10,000 and appears to be well off compared to many of the country towns we have been through, probably because it is a ski resort town!

No it was not snowing when we were there!

 

Anyksciai
View from Catholic church bell tower. Anyksciai has a beautiful river with bike/pedestrian paths alongside

Anyksciai – Vilnius – 116km Avg 20.7km/hr

The countryside has changed from flat farmlands to rolling green hillsides with lots of dairy farms. This has been our first day with any significant hills yet our daily average speed is up a bit. The uphills are a little tough but the downhills are fun with deserted roads and today, NO WIND!

I attribute the no wind to the Cathlolic church we visited in Anyksciailit a votive candle and said a prayer to the wind gods (sorry JC!). We lit a votive candle put a 1 Euro coin in the donation box. And voila! next day, no wind! We should have put 2 Euros in and asked for a tailwind!

Church of the wind gods
Traditional Lithuanian totem pole. A means of communicating messages to the god of their religion.
A modern Lithuanian totem pole. A means of communicating messages to the gods of the internet!
Lituanian roads do not have rest stops – they have prayer stops. There are a lot of crazy drivers!
I wonder if this town has a coffee shop?
Despite the tempting sign, they had no coffee.
Deserted roads. Few cars and we have not seen another foreign cyclist since leaving Riga.

14. I’m Bigger Than That

By Don

We cycled into into Latvia and 5 km later stopped at a grocery store to get a cold drink. I parked my bike behind another bike leaning against a fence and went in.

When I came out the other bike was gone as was my rear flashing light. I’d left it flashing which I guess is Latvian for “steal me”. OK, Don Thain has had a much more expensive light stolen in Victoria. Dennis has had a couple of bicycle odometers stolen in Victoria. Does that mean Victoria is a city of thieves? No, of course not.

And in a few years I will no longer think of Latvia as a country of thieves. But not yet, not yet.

It Isn’t a Ferrari?

When you take 35 some pounds off your bike and ride around a town after checking in at your hotel it is like you are on a Ferrari. Easy handling, rapid acceleration, and stop on a dime. I’m sure it’s exactly the same sensation. Really.

13. The Bike Stand Revisited

By Dennis

In response to Don’s diatribe on the bike stand…

Despite Don’s constant proselytizing about the merits of his kickstand, he is the only one in the RVYC riding group who has one and has yet to make a convert of anyone else.

Before we left on this trip, I mentioned to Don that because he is two years younger than I am, I should get a two pound handicap, i.e he should pack two pounds more than I pack so we can ride at the same pace. Well, Don was more than generous and in addition to a 2.5 pound kickstand made out of steel, he also packed various other sundry items that are becoming known to me. Like his Old Spice aftershave, and his Nair leg hair removal lotion.

After noticing his hairless legs, I mentioned to Don that no matter how much he uses the Nair in order to streamline his legs, he is better off getting rid of the weight if he wants to go faster.

As for the Old Spice, I do appreciate his use of it when I am downwind, but strongly suggested it would be of more benefit if he washed his shorts more often than every 4 days (inside-out, back and front) and instead, threw away the heavy 8 ounce jar.

Maybe he will even get rid of his bike stand once we start climbing hills.

Schadenfreude.

12. Riding to Riga with Rhythm

By Dennis

We have been riding every day for the past 6 days covering 456 km and starting to settle into the daily rhythm of the long distance cycling routine. I can now do the morning pack up in about 15 minutes instead of the hour on the first day. I have a better understanding of the nuances of our navigation app Komoot (not always correct!). I trust the drivers more (they are actually kinder to cyclists than in Canada). We go shopping the night before for breakfast goodies and snacks for the next day. I have learned how to effectively use Google Translate (did you know you can point it at a sign or label and it will translate? Very useful for shopping, as the language here has no semblance of English.) We have moderated our pace to let us ride 5-6 hours a day averaging around 18-19km/hour as compared to the 2-3 hour ride and 21-22km/hour we do with the RVYC group. And of course there is the daily routine of micronutrient replacement therapy!

It has been a fairly flat ride so far, but riding for 6 days straight in the first week has caused some aches and pains. We are both looking forward to 2 full rest days in Riga, the capital of Latvia, and with a population of approximately 600,000.

Salacgriva to Limbazi – 48km 18.1km/hr

A short day in kilometres, but it took us longer than expected as Komoot took us the wrong way, resulting in an unpaved road for 15km, before again joining up with the correct road. Oh well, we saw our first storks nest, lots of well manicured forests, and bucolic farmlands growing wheat and corn. Upon our arrival in Limbazi we met up with Miss Ingrida, our host for the AirBnB we rented. Miss Ingrida offered us an upgrade to our original booking but we were somewhat puzzled as she marched us off to a church hall and up some stairs to a large room with 2 beds and two bibles. It was good enough for two tired cyclists and better than the prison cell size room we had previously booked – so we took it!

A short ride to Limbazi, but we lost the route along the way.
On the road to Limbazi
Don turned down my choice of accomodation!
View from our accomodation across the street in the church hall.
Latvian Flag

Limbazi to Riga – 96km 18.2km/hr

An early start today, we were on the road just after 7 and the road almost immediately turned into soft sand. Oh no we thought, not another yesterday, but it was only for 5km before turning into pavement again. Lots of storks nests and more farmland growing wheat and corn. Getting closer to Riga the traffic increased and the last 10km was nerve wracking with many large trucks whizzing by on narrow roads, forcing us at times to get off the pavement and onto the gravel shoulder. Might is right, and who is going to argue with a truck? We are staying at an AirBnB about 3k (10 minute bike ride) from the city centre.

Latvian Airways. We were going to fly but they did not take bikes.
Latvian Baby Delivery Service. Download the free app now! Storks-R-Us.com
Lunch break on the way to Riga
After the gravel, riding on the pavement was like floating!
Approaches to Riga from across the Daugava River
The water pressure in our Airbnb leaves a little to be desired!

Pictures around Riga…

Riga is a popular tourist destination for many Russians and other Europeans with the cobblestone old town with its many churches, bars and restaurants.
House of the Blackheads who were a guild of traders dating back to the 1200’s. This building was destroyed in WWII and rebuilt in the 1990’s.
St Maurice, the patron saint of the Blackheads
Riga was just starting a 5 day city festival with the streets filled with music and festivities.
Latvian lasses partaking in the festivities
Outdoor Baroque concert
The Art Nouveau area of town
Church across from a burger joint where we ate dinner.
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