Two of ‘the lucky few’ are on the road, eating up the miles to the centre of Poland, but before that, I need to rewind a bit.
Crossing into Lithuania, another country with a harrowing history, the ever-present pine forests slowly start to disappear as open farmland takes over. I remember many moons ago, reading a blog post about the ‘Hill of Crosses,’ at the time I researched it and found it fascinating, never knowing I’d ever actually be there. An unusual curiosity, on a little hill in the middle of ‘nowhere’ sit an estimated 200,000 crosses. The Russkies have tried to remove it several times, but Lithuanian folk just won’t give up, back they come, time after time and add more. It’s grown into a symbol of anti-repression, as well as a homage to God. Then in 1993 good old john-pope fella turned up to bless it and now it’s a ‘Can’t-touch-this’ site. If you want to stick a cross in, there’s a list of rules as long as your arm, but in reality no one seems to be following them. It’s a weird, eerie spectacle and probably unique. The crosses come from all corners of the planet and are so dense in places, it’s looks like they’ve been shovelled into a pile.
I took so many photo’s it’s difficult to choose my favourites.
We had a very quiet night in the car park, just a bit farther on from the site. In the morning deciding to press on towards Poland, but first a rumble through Kaunas then on to RumŠiŠkes, the ‘Museum of Lithuania’. A collection of historical houses and craft work-shops from a bygone Lithuania. To be fair to the place, for £8 entry, it was very authentic and we spent a good 3 hours walking around on a very warm day, with hardly any one else there but us.
Of course you can sleep in our car park sir…bonus! Next morning, the long drive to Poland.
n54.898460 e24.042970 Kaunas, car park at end of track. Quiet. Free.
n54.87280 e24.22250 Rumsiskes, museum car park. Quiet. Free.
Feel free to coment…All the best…Wayne X