
π±πΉ Vilnius
We headed to Vilnius with great expectations. Many people had told us how great the city is and that its old town is second to none.
First, however, we needed to buy new trekking shoes for Kathrin, as her old ones had finally given up the ghost. This proved surprisingly tricky: the store we had picked turned out to have no decent parking. So we drove in circles for 30 minutes through chaotic traffic and countless roadworks. Once we had finally found a parking space, our very first impression was of Soviet-era high-rises that had seemingly never seen a fresh coat of paint, or any maintenance at all, for that matter.
I did not expect that. Kathrin did. Interesting!
Having found exactly the pair of shoes we were looking for, we headed to the spot where we would spend the night and set off to explore the city. The only proper campsite was fully booked.
As soon as we had parked Wilma, we made our way into the old town. Vilnius has an astonishing number of churches and an equal share of stunningly beautiful buildings and ones close to collapse.
The vibe of the city was amazing. It was obvious that people want to express themselves, so you find all kinds of funky shops and quirky little cafΓ©s.
We kept wandering the streets until we felt we had taken in a good amount of the city, then retired to Wilma for a surprisingly quiet night, given that the car park was slap bang in the middle of all the buzz!
