Klaipeda, Lithuania: A fresh catch
Today I wandered around Klaipeda for a bit, went down to the markets where the fruit and veg are devinely sprawled out on tables fresh from the surrounding local farms... pointed at some kind of bread thing to have for breakfast and as with most Lithuanian food it ended up having meat inside it... the weather today was very cold, there was a bitter wind and a thick fog.
So because of the weather... I decided to bus further up the coast to the seaside town of Palanga where it was very foggy and even windier than in Klaipeda. But it was a really nice town, cool seaside despite the crappy weather. There is like this massive sea bridge boardwalk thing that goes about half a km out to the ocean, so you can walk on water. I really enjoyed standing on it, watching the fisherman dangling their lines in to the swirling sea... waiting, waiting... then a jerk and they pull back on the line and long silver fish fly through the air, landing on the wooden slats of the boardwalk. They flip flop and squirm, fishermans hands scramble to catch them. Or the stomp of a heavy foot falling halts their tantrum. Sometimes the fishermen bang their heads against the railing, then throw them in to a hessian bag. It was interesting to watch. Some people would approach the fisherman to buy the still slightly moving fish... a fresh catch indeed.
I want to write some travel articles about my adventures... anyone got any ideas for places that take freelance travel writing (and that preferably pay)... my writing is usually much better and more fluent and actually proofread, don't take my hastily written blog as the main example :p
So because of the weather... I decided to bus further up the coast to the seaside town of Palanga where it was very foggy and even windier than in Klaipeda. But it was a really nice town, cool seaside despite the crappy weather. There is like this massive sea bridge boardwalk thing that goes about half a km out to the ocean, so you can walk on water. I really enjoyed standing on it, watching the fisherman dangling their lines in to the swirling sea... waiting, waiting... then a jerk and they pull back on the line and long silver fish fly through the air, landing on the wooden slats of the boardwalk. They flip flop and squirm, fishermans hands scramble to catch them. Or the stomp of a heavy foot falling halts their tantrum. Sometimes the fishermen bang their heads against the railing, then throw them in to a hessian bag. It was interesting to watch. Some people would approach the fisherman to buy the still slightly moving fish... a fresh catch indeed.
I want to write some travel articles about my adventures... anyone got any ideas for places that take freelance travel writing (and that preferably pay)... my writing is usually much better and more fluent and actually proofread, don't take my hastily written blog as the main example :p
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