Back in the Baltics, baby!

I’ve finally left England and have returned to the Baltic area of the world – and strangely, I couldn’t be happier about it.

I thought about going back to Ireland for a few days after summer school but that would have just meant more talking so that was ruled out. I toyed with the idea of Spain, but decided that the Spanish are also far too friendly. I couldn’t go straight back to Riga as people would just want me to work and I need a little breather.

Palanga Beach

Palanga Beach

So I find myself in a resort town in Lithuania, which from what I’ve seen so far is just what I need. A 10-minute walk to the centre, a 15-minute walk to the beach, a 2-minute walk to the nearest supermarket to stock up on tea, milk, sugar, water, and of course, beer.

(As I write this, I’m drinking what I hope is a fairly decent local beer – Švyturys – but I’m open to other suggestions. Also, don’t ask me how to pronounce it.)

Party time!

People!

It’s nice to be back in a place where people have an excuse not to speak good English. I’ve been biting my tongue for the past five weeks, trying not to get beaten up for correcting English people’s English.

Gimpy on bacon: ‘Well, it had been sat there for far too long. It was ‘orrible. I had seconds though…’

Over-enamoured man in bar: ‘I’ve only ever drove past Rugby before…’

Over-enamoured man in bar 2: ‘And nobody did nothing!’

Incredibly annoying Brummie on bus: ‘I’ll call you again when the bus lands at Stansted.’

The funny thing is, as soon as I mention I’m an English teacher, English people guffaw in my face, spluttering ‘You can’t teach English, you’re IRISH!!!’

Yes, clearly they’re doing a much better job.

Anyway, enough about England. It’s back to the land of stunning women, not so stunning men, cheap beer and endless possibilities. My initial impressions are that the locals might be a little bit friendlier than they are in Latvia, and the men, might, just might, be a little easier on the eye.

However, in the interest of research, I’m going to finish this beer, go and have some more beers and make sure.

The things I do for you…

You know you're back in the Baltics when...

You know you’re back in the Baltics when…

Sean Smithson, this one’s for you.

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About BerLinda

Adjusting to life in Germany, after living in Latvia for four years. Should be easy, right?
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44 Responses to Back in the Baltics, baby!

  1. thank you for your committed effort to research. glad you snuck away to a relaxing beach vacay! also, you’ve practically started a column for the latvian version of ‘kids say the darnedest things’…oh children.

  2. pollyheath says:

    Welcome back to the (almost) motherland!

    I’m also going out of my mind over here over the god-awful redneck grammar. The recent biggest loser: “He ain’t never done nuthin’ to you”. Also the ever-present “She done gone and [did something]”. At least the Eastern Europeans have an excuse…

    • Expat Eye says:

      Ha ha, you done gone and said it sister! The standard of English in England in general is appalling. Why anybody goes there to learn the language is beyond me!

  3. Pecora Nera says:

    Welcome back 🙂 Did you stock up on bacon? Or did the detour to Lithuanian foil the plan.

    • Expat Eye says:

      Yeah, foiled again! It was a 3 hour bus journey to Stansted and an overnight stay in a hotel followed by a 4.5 hour bus journey so I didn’t think it would survive! The Dutchman has it covered though 😉 And I think my friend is coming to stay in October!

      • Pecora Nera says:

        4.5 hour bus drive…. too long.

        Will it be cold in October? They will need to bring there thermals. I have just had my wood delivered for the winter… such fun ;(

      • Expat Eye says:

        Shouldn’t be too bad in October but then again, you never know! Are you expecting a bad one?? Wood in August!?

      • Pecora Nera says:

        If you buy the wood in August, it is 12 months old, dry and will burn properly. If you wait until November the wood will be new wood, normally damp, soggy and the rubbish that no one else wants.

        I have a garage that is full of boxes from when I moved to Italy and have still not unpacked and a garage full of wood.

      • Expat Eye says:

        You sound like such an expert 😉 Mrs Sensible must be rubbing off on you! Apart from the unpacking, that is!

      • Pecora Nera says:

        I made a huge mistake when I first packed the boxes, I should have itemised the contents on the side of each box. At the moment I have to go and have a good rummage, when I hear “have we still got XXX and do you know where it is?

      • Expat Eye says:

        I guess everyone has their own ‘system’ 😉

  4. Lillian says:

    Great post! I always want to correct people’s grammar – but I’m not exactly qualified as a teacher, just picky 😉

  5. Been missing you! Glad you’re done with school and survived!

  6. bevchen says:

    When the bus lands at Stansted!! That one actually amused me 😀 😀

  7. That last pic is priceless… and the first one beautiful 🙂
    Aw, the stuff people say…. My pet hate:” X and myself went to the party.” MYSELF?!? WTF!!!!! Even supposedly ‘educated’ folk come out with this clanger all the frickin’ time. I despair.

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