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.
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.)
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…
Sean Smithson, this one’s for you.