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The ring around the world is completed – finally back to our granny Europe

The ferry Egypt to Turkey

Pirmasis pasiilgtos Turkijos vaizdas iš mūsų sugędusio kelto. | The first view of the Turkish land.

‘Can you believe that? We are so close to Europe! It smells like home’, we take a good breath in from the bottom of our lungs. We can do it, as the air is silkier than in the desert. We are just on time to pass Egypt, we only heard the locals complaining that the time after the revolution is appalling, and they do not know what is going to happen after all. Today’s events perhaps are what they were so anxcious about. However, at the time the touristless street life was in bussiness like usual. But perhaps we were just in time to complete our journey.

‘Just few more days’ the ferry company promises us. It is silly to complain, some truck drivers are awaiting for the ferry for a month. The war in Syria halted the usual caravan from Turkey to Egypt, so now is the only option to reach Europe for us and them is a ferry.

The fingers playing waltz on the table. We are sipping perhaps fifth cup of sweet Turkish tea, together with other travellers among the Syrian holiday-makers (and we thought they are refugees) and truck drivers. We haven’t reached home yet, but we are already mourning about the end of the journey. Richard in half a year made a trip around Africa. He has started in Marocco, circled via South Africa back to Egypt. He has got not only this trip in his pocket. So humbly he mentions that he has done around the world in a yacht. By himself. Just like that. Twice. That what we call real Magellans. He reached one continent, then thought to go a bit further, and then he just rounded it up. The second time was closer to Antarctica, but guess whether that was an easier trip to complete. Maybe because of the storms and hardships on the boat, he does not feel nostalgia to water. Not at all.

Graikijoje kviečių laukuos mes jau užuodėme Lietuvą. | In Greek wheat fields we felt like being back in Lithuania.

Lisa and Oliver have made around Australia and then just completed South Africa to Egypt bit. These trips in the past maybe were extraordinary, but now seems to be pretty fashionable. Richard is coming back not the first time, but for us four we have quite a few issues to discuss before turning back home. How will it be to be back home? To adapt to the civilised world? Could anyone understand how is to feel like we do. Even during the trip we have received different opinions about what we are doing. ‘But this is our trip’ complains Lisa, having had to withstand few lashes of critique as why on earth are you doing things like that. ‘I couldn’t travel all the time’ she says, as the time comes when you need to give back to community all the goodness you have received. She is right we guess, as we have accumulated quite a bit of world’s treats so the need to give it back to the world is growing.

Richard like a wind aims to get back to Europe, so we are lucky to get through Turkey fast. Not that we would like to pass it though, as the warm memories from the last year are still with us. But we can save some time and go through Balkans slower. In Turkey though we have officially completed the round-the-world circle. Passing the place where we have camped that winter, we could easily remember how cold was back then, and now the conditioner tried vaguely to freshen the hot air.

Greece – sad pioneers of civilisation


The rain is pouring down. This the last town in Turkey. We eat the crumbs of bread with yoghurt at the closed store. Old Turks cannot look at us sitting on the ground, soon they bring us few chairs. And this is like that in Turkey, east or west north to south. Will we find the same good eyes back in Europe?

The frontier officers like surgeons are trying to check every single dust on somebody’s posh looking car. We perhaps are wrong time there. ‘Where are you going?’ ‘Europe’ What are your jobs?’ ‘Nothing, we are getting back home after a long trip around the world’. He laughed out loudly and horse-ly, it sounded perhaps to him as if someone would have returned from the moon. He looked up and down at us, and instructed us to go. It seems Europe welcomed us back without major problems.

The wheat fields are waving at the side of the road. The stork flies us back to home. We feel like singing some pagan melodies as we were right close to our country. But that is an illusion. The white sad houses and sour people faces witness the greek crisis. And we are sad, so sad that we felt we will cry out the tears with the rain. One Turkish truck driver stopped us later on, and out of his fatherly friendship he parked in the middle of the trafic just to give us tomatos and bread, and gave us a good strong hug. We go on the road and cry to tears. Why on earth people are so good?? How can they be so good?

Pasivaikščiojimas kalnuose. | A walk in the hills.

It seems just a minute ago, that we were in the whirlpool of sweet uproar, and the only left emotion here is ‘ a greek ego’ – you europeans owe us for the civilization. As they would be from the same village they all complain about other nations – Albanians are mafia, Bulgarians are of poor culture, the Turks are eternal enemies, and Macedonians have stolen the name from the Greek region. Only Germans or maybe Swedes would fit into the same category, and lots of Greeks would even know German or Swedish as their parents would have worked there.

But hitchhikers would often be scared away from Greece, as this civilization cradle, with its posh seasides, islands perched with tourists, know the good value of a person, so a normal mortal does seem to be too interesting to them. Hence, after Turkey or Albania, Greece may seem a very cold land. But even in such a society there is a number of culture outsiders, rebels, misunderstoods, who would act contrary to their fellows citizens. Apostolus – one of them. Soon he mixes up cold Nescasfe for us – greeks are proud that this drink was accidently born here. He tells a sad story of his family, mourns over the mistakes from the past, shows the fields where he likes working and he is proud of. It seems that the garden is the only refuge to him. Maybe a small shy dog too, who gives companionship to him after recent his mother’s death. We perhaps would have stayed here longer, eating cheese and honey breakfasts, listening to his hard life stories, but the Road is calling.

Some Greeks are unhappy at their neighbours who only gossip and demonstrate cold character at the warm Aegian sea, but yet again one greek Theo invites us home. We soon are resting at his garden house, facing the the sleepy hills, with a greek orthodox church and cemetery. We visited that cemetery with Theo to lit a canlde on his father’s grave. The cemetery here comparing with turkish ones, are posh exit to another world. And for the dinner – traditional greek salad, swimming in the olive oil. No wonder, why women here are pretty rounded and men have big authorative bellies.

The rains have left to annoy the middle Europe, so the mood is uplifting. It’s a high time to continue through Balkans.

Albania – non-mafia acquaintances

Albanijos vasara. | Summer in Albania.

‘Oooo, be careful in Albania. They might be nice to your face, but then they will stab you in your back’, greek warns of unfriendly fellows. At times you need to ignore such fearful misgivings, and dip into your own experience. Albania seemed to be a closed country looked after by soviets, very poor indeed. We were surprised to see not only skyrocketing mountains, but colourful houses. How can you be even sad among brigh yellow, orange or green edifices? The people – contrary to what greeks said – are helpful and hospitable, and none tried to stab to our backs. Maybe the mafia indeed reigns here, but we just could not put everyone into the same dirty pot.

Montenegro – Russian paradise

Rusų prikimšti paplūdimiai. | Russian tourists occupying the beaches.

This country is a lovely idyllic place. A narrow strip between mountains and seas, an ideal place for those seeking for romance. But if only you thought like that. There are quite a few, who do not carry fear against exyugoslavia whirlpools, so the beaches are densly covered with Russian beachgoers, no matter what age or body structure they own, they need to have a good roasting skin to show off in front of their neighbours or work colleagues. So it’s better to get higher up in the olive woods up on the hills to see the beauty of the seaside.

Bosnia and Hercegovina – complicated history in the land of unspoiled beauty

As long as Bosnia is not yet overpopulated with tourists, we are there to enjoy the full bounty of culture and nature. It feels like that this land is growing faster and more colourful than lets say Croatia, who at the time of the travel was one and half leg into European Union. Apperently refugees help to get the houses back into order, otherwise we would have seen not only few holes still whitnessing the recent history of a war.

Since Africa’s cities were madly chaotic, we truly missed some square in the old town, where we could have a cup of coffee. Trebinje was exactly what we dreamed about – a cozy old town with uplifted town dwellers and guests. Balcan music in the background, some kittens murr around our tired feet, and we sipping coffee one more time bring ourselves into a realization point. We are like five minutes away from home. Only some maps in somebody’s house was a pointer, what a monstrous line we have left behind.

Jugoslavijos karo palikimas - kulkų suvarpyti namai. | Leftovers from Yugoslavian war - bullet holes in the walls.

Serb with his son has stopped at the dusk. Some people in our journey had no clue, why on earth we are torturing ourselves with this burden, and some were saying we have been completing their dreams. This Serb was secretely following one cyclist’s journey around the world, still being surprised how people hiding away from the comfort can actually make a decision to leave everything behind and do something of that kind. And here we were, real witnesses that it is possible to do like that. He would take his bike, and leaving wife, kid, job and house behind, he would actually do that. But he doesn’t as so the others don’t do that too. But soon whilst eating our pizzas, he is telling stories from the war, and how he felt sleeping uncomfortably in his tent, and how he was shooting at the enemy, and how happy he was not to shoot at close distance. If he saw the eyes of the enemy, that would be a question, what would have he done. The history is complicated in exYugoslavia, but hopefully the dark clouds are behind, despite the fact that Bosnians (otherwise etnicless muslims), orthodox serbs and catholic croats politically are yet not in good terms.

Slovenia – between Balcans and West

Pasivaikščiojimas Alpėse. | A walk in the Alps.

Our energy slowly going down, but after having reached Slovenia with its Alpine mounts, idyllic hills and fat cows (but how can we say differently after seeing skinny cows on the Ethiopian roads), we need to do another hike. All of a sudden, we have got our spirit back in boots, and together with our Feike, dutch guy adoring Slovenia to an extent he moved to live here, we hiked there to see the full beauty of Alpian mountain-kids. And when we were running down the hills whilst the rain was pouring, we were enjoying the every drop. Hopefully adventures like that will not be the last on our adventure list of simple joys. Slovenia in fact should be ideal fplace or anyone. You have got western order and eastern warmth, and if not the crisis who got here too, many more would love to move to this tiny cozy country.

Poland – compliments to our neighbours

Suvalkai ir tolumoje mėlynuojanti Lietuva iš oro. Suwalki and Lithuania in the far distance from the sky.

We made through Austria, Check and Slovak fairly fast. And our journey is coming to an end. But when you think the adventures are about to be over, we come close to them again. Firstly, all our compliments to Polish people, who were happily stopping, inviting home, encouraging, communicating, both in the beginning and end of our journey. We finally took from our wallet those 40 zloty, that one truck driver gave us at the beginning of our journey ordering us to buy some food. We did it, a bit later than he probably would have thought. And finally, one couple not only invited us for a Lithuanian (!) meal, but also offered us a flight with a glider. It seems adventures can come not only in Alaska, but in our neighbouring country too. So we saw Lithuania from up high before we entered it

Lithuania – home sweet home

Namie, su draugais ir šeima. Ačiū visiems, kad atėjote | At home with family and friends. Thank you all for coming

The last kilometres we decided to walk and not to hitch. The hot morning air damped our shirts, and we were slowly approaching the frontier whilst exploring the feelings we have after year and half of wondering around the world. But maybe the slow back through Europe and searching for the signs of Lithuania, wore out our nostalgia, so we entered without tears. But when we took the flag in our hands for one of the final pictures, we felt the peace. Finally we can drop down on the grass without a fear of being bitten by snakes or skorpions, we will be able to swim in the lake not thinking of bacterias or crocodiles, and sleeping without fearing for bears or hyennas. So we stayed for couple days at the Dusia lake of immense beauty, where we like first people of the humanity cooked the food and enjoyed the peace being close to nature. Well, home is everywhere for us, but home here is more familiar, more close to our hearts…

Egypt – after the revolution, the waves of testosterone and the tempting Red Sea

It is hard to travel to the country, where you have been already and you might even guess, what is awaiting for you. When once around visited pyramids and Luxor temples the beduins and money-greedy policemen try to cheat you on every possible corner, and the shop keepers in Aswan demand to take off your pants while looking at the scarves (logical, no?), then you have a feeling that nothing good is awaiting for you. And if you have just arrived from the country, where people remind you of angles, the forecast is sad, because the contrast can be to difficult to bear. Especially, that this is the last African country, and you want some nice memories from it as well. But simple traveling rehabilitated some countries like Laos and China, so we just guess that some nice things might await for us too. Especially, that our attire is getting more and more scruffy.

The ferry Sudan – Egypt

Egipte. | In Egypt.

About the formalities we have already talked in the previous article. But in fact, the majority of time the ferry spends going on the waves of Nile river on the Egyptian side. So far, the Nile is not (as the other parts) surrounded by green shores, but the everlasting silent desert. The waters of Nile is cleaner than Mississippi’s and darker than Amazons, and that makes the water the nicest from them 3.

The ship is a pot of Sudanese and Egyptians as the main soup with some white peppers – mainly traveling from South Africa all the way to the North. After the sunset the ship becomes one big mosque, where the men face the east and kneel down to pray. The women sit a bit further away, and you will never see them praying in public (apart from the mosque of course).

It got dark, and the stars covered the sky. There is always a pleasure to watch them, in the desert you are or on the deck. There is a rumour on the ship, soon we will be able to see the temple of Abu Simble. Truth indeed, very soon we are able to see the only temple in Egypt on this journey. In fact, in the darkness when they are lit, they look so much more mysterious than when you stand next to them. Maybe because you only have so much time as the ship passes by, or maybe darkness makes it look very mysterious – sitting four Pharaohs, one of them headless.

Dykumos ilgais keliais! | In the desert!

The next day we are in Egypt. We don’t even have a huge wish to get out of the ship, and the officers don’t help us by not giving back our passports. They seem to need time to check something out, and we wait almost the same time as those who transported their vehicles. We perhaps look as complicated as the car or mopeds.

Maybe some would call it a bit too much, but such annoying behavious with tourist along the Nile, is seriously gets on the nerves. We have to escape from all those we dont need a taxi. lets go the taxi is there we dont need one, but why, lets go, back off, but why. After the revolution, Egypt has lost almost 90% of tourists, so every single case now is the price of gold.
While going away from such places, there is a question on the mind. But dont they feel some sort of identity crisis. They have to sell they have no identity with. Some pagans built some building long time ago, but they have no attachment to that, so they are not proud of it or anything. The temples there are like cows, whom you can milk eternally. They would feel so much culturally closer to the random paintings on some buildings of the warriors on the arabic horses, those who conquered the territory.

Kalijanas | Waterpipe.

In Egypt the female part of the crew needs to change the personality, because the attention is overwhelming, and we are not talking about the compliments, but the attempts to touch or sometimes kiss. The behaviour should be reserved to – dont laugh, to look into the eyes, the best – dont talk at all. You can cite the dialogue between Karolis and the slave of testosterone like that;
Testosterone slave; can I kiss her?
Karolis: No way,
T.S. But why not
K. I said no.
T.S. Once?
K. We are married (you have got to say something to finish it off)
T.S. Im not asking to do anything with that (shows to his organ), to kiss only.
K. I said no.
We were about to get off, but he seemed to improve, stop and apologize. Until the black clouds darkened his mind again. You can only guess, that we got off without being the best friends.

But where does it come from, this optimism and resistance? Maybe some white women helped to form this image? Everyone has heard of the white men sex tourism in South East Asia, but it seems the female counterpart has its paradise in Egypt. Elderly women buy male prostitutes. Some years ago, I have met a guy, who had a so called relationship like that, but he couldnt finish, if he wanted to. The western female blackmailed him, and he wouldnt even be able to tell the police, as apparently the police is on the tourist side. Always.

Kalnai. | Mountains.

And maybe the western female attire so different from the local one may provoke the easy going image too. The local women cover here not only hair but often the face too, just leaving two holes for the eyes. You never know hen-egg effect here. Whether the women hide from them because they are so testosterone driven or whether they are like that because the female all covered, and anything uncovered excites them a lot. But what about Sudan then? They are just so different…

The mountain castles

Even the green Nile sides give us a chance to breath again, but we turn ourselves straight towards the Red sea, to the deserts, maybe we will find the peace there?

All of a sudden we found ourselves left in the middle of the desert (the beauty of hitchhiking) without food or water whatsoever. The heat from the desert hits us again, so how long we will be able to stay here. But soon the goodness from the people (we are away from the touristy areas) reveals itself in full bounty. There are no more clay pots or tanks of water as elsewhere, but the drivers just give us water and juice abundantly, and one was so helpful and great, that he stopped and couldn’t even move further until he gave us all his water, snacks and even some money, until we got into one car who drove us straight to the sea through the desert.

The desert mountains looked naked and treeless. They were like gigantic sand castles, built by someone and left here for eternity. The driver put on some music, where Arabic melody without any instrument lured us into the state of meditation. The mountains and the music completely enslaved us into the state of melting.

The Red Sea wilderness and urbanisation

Raudonoji jūra. | Red sea.

The Red Sea tempts surely not only us, but dosens and dosens of other tourists, who come here to spent time in pink castles and marshmellow resorts. Mainly, from Rusia, Poland, Lithuania, but of course from Germany and other countries. But Russians here are abundant, so no wonder why so many locals know Russian language, and you can see Masha supermarket or the Sasha coiffeure to make them feel attracted and like at home.

We also went to see to the beach, to see whether there is anything spectacular that we cannot find in the wilderness. It was even sad to see it, and we thought that perhaps staying near the lake in the homeland would give so much more pleasure than here. But the tastes differ, so each to its own. But we reach and appreciate the windy wild beach where there were no people, and you have your thoughts wandering on the red mountains and emerald green sea.

Port Said – the smell of Europe


The more north we went, the better people became. After our wild time near the Red sea and night at the Suez, we finally reach our most northern african point, Port Said. Europe smells in here – the home architecture, despite being built by British, reminds of Spain or Italy, and the climate is so pleasant.

Port Said, like Cairo or other big cities, felt the revolution the most. Still now people complain, that after the revolution Cairo is unmanageable now, and some even asked how we had courage to come because many dont.

Felafeliai. | Felafel.

In Egypt like in Sudan or Ethiopia, we are spoiled by food. We eat with full mouths falafels and deep fried eggplants, and each time we the food time is a pleasurable ritual, and not only necessity.

Few days in the hospitable, mild colours and luring tastes city Port Said do not feel like a good reward after making it from Zambia to Egypt. Egyptians though ask, whether we are not afraid to go to Turkey – is revolution out there they say. It seems we are about to circle the world. The only stage left is Europe – but Europe is home to us, isnt it?

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