The Hill Of Crosses
September 3rd 2007 After spending a night sleeping on the worlds hardest bed, we woke the entire room with our alarm. By nine we were on our way to Siauliai (pronounced sh- ow- lay) on a rather rickety old bus. The journey was three and a half hours, so we amused ourselves by making up new rules to card games.
We'd met an American guy on the bus who was also heading for the hill of crosses, so we went in search o
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