A year ago, during Christmas time, I was having a long, bumpy ride to Kerala. I rode an elephant, swam in the Arabic sea and used to start my mornings with a cup of chai. As I‘m writing this post, I sit in my childhood room back in Lithuania, the sky is grey, it‘s raining and cold outside. What a contrast! The days are running like crazy to the end and it‘s time to sum up what happened to me in 2015. I spent 9 out of 12 months abroad and added 6 new countries to my travel list. Continue reading
After a short break, I came back to the refugee camp in Slavonski Brod for the second time. Some crucial changes were made since my last visit: the asylum seekers now didn‘t spend any time in the camp, after the registration they were lead straight to the buses and sent away. That means no time for resting and less opportunities to deliver clothes for them. What remained the same is uncertainty – many people didn‘t even know, where exactly are they as nobody informed them. Continue reading
I ended up in Latinovac by accident: I was already looking for volunteering opportunities in the Balkans and wanted to leave Lithuania as soon as possible, then one day I jumped into an advertisement on Facebook that brought me to Croatia. Now after 5 months my EVS is over and I’m trying to answer myself a question, what did I learn there. Continue reading
– Jrabat, jrabat, – demand few men around me.
– I don’t have jrabat anymore, sorry, – I answer them.
– Jrabat, jrabat. Continue reading
Let‘s start in McDonalds. This is where we met our Couchsurfing host in Ljubljana and took a seat in the back of his car. His place was not actually in Ljubljana, but a small village 30 kilometres away from the city. Continue reading
Within 5 minutes no car passed in Latinovac and I realized that this is not the best place to hitchhike. I walked 3 kilometres to the next village and soon I caught a ride to Slavonski Brod. Hitchhiking is the best way to get out of our village as there are only few buses during the day, you have to change them, ride in circles and waste a lot of time. Continue reading
I caught a bus from Kotor to Dubrovnik, where I found dozens of hotels, people, cars and immediately decided not to stay there. So I bought a ticket to Split, even though I wasn‘t sure, if it‘s a better option. Continue reading