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JC Baltics and Back

Estonia, Latvia and Lithuania on Foot

As threatened, this is the write up of the Baltic holiday taken at the end of May.

It relies heavily on tour notes provided by Explore Holidays, and features the occasional comment and anecdote thrown in for good measure!

It was a good introduction to these three different countries and pretty much did what it said on the tin: interesting and hectic, with varying degrees of culture and flora and fauna thrown in.

There were sixteen of us in the group – including Trev who never says no to a good holiday. Generally speaking, the group was very low on the nutter quotient and everyone got along fine and dandy with Ieva doing a splendid job as tour leader.

Day 1 – The tour started in the Estonian capital, Tallinn.

Situated on the coast, in the Gulf of Finland off the Baltic Sea, Tallinn is also a major port. Its ‘Old Town’ is listed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site, and the city was a European Capital of Culture in 2011.

With some houses in the city dating back to the 11th century, Tallinn doesn’t really need to push itself as an obvious tourist attraction.

There is no shortage of medieval churches and gabled houses, and just about any aimless amble through the winding streets will eventually fetch up at the Town Hall Square, which provides the main focal point of the Old Town.

Must-see attractions were summarily seen in a mustily way – St Nicholas Church, and the onion-domed Alexander Nevsky Cathedral were duly ticked off, before dining at the Peppersack. A medieval theme continued at the restaurant with traditional costumes on the serving staff plus a medieval sword-fight (every evening at 8pm).

It’s not all medieval-minded – Estonia is the birthplace of Skype and Hotmail, and virtually every school is connected to the Internet.

Estonia also has one of the world’s highest divorce rates (almost 80 per cent) so perhaps they should start putting their tablets and smartphones away – and start talking to each other!

I particularly like the fact that over 50% of Tallinn is covered by forest, and about 10% of the country is classified as a nature reserve.

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Alexander Nevsky Cathedral

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Imaginative drain pipe

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Day 2 – After another brief walking tour of Tallinn’s Old Town, we travelled east to Estonia’s largest and oldest national park, Lahemaa National Park. As well as its rich nature, the park also celebrates Estonia’s cultural heritage, encompassing ancient fishing villages and 17th and 18th century manor houses.

We walked along the Beaver Trail, discovering the diversity of the plant and animal life of the park and looking for beaver dams and dens along the Altja River Valley. Lots of forest was got through before we ended up in the 400 year-old fishing village of Altja.

There were no sign of the chisellers though – a mid-afternoon time slot does not lend itself to optimum beaver watching – a dusk or dawn walk would surely have nailed this!
Along the edge of the peninsula, ancient chunks of rock lay in the shallows where they had been left behind long ago by retreating glaciers.

Boulders

Locally-lunched on Baltic herrings at a dandelion-strewn tavern in the forest before heading to the bog lands, where we learned to bog walk in special bog shoes (that’s a lot of bog in one sentence).

Traditionally used by local villagers, these specially adapted clip-on shoes (tennis racquets with straps) allowed us to hike through a fascinating ecosystem of gently undulating and forested terrain. By employing a tried and tested ‘shuffling flip-flop’ technique, I managed to stay upright for almost the whole walk through.

Stayed overnight at the very attractive Palmse Hotel within the Lahemaa National Park – a short, servile stroll away from the impressive 15th century Manor House.

Lunchstop

Dandelion-strewn tavern…

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Strapping on the Bog Shoes

Bogwalk

Shuffling along…

Day 3 – We crossed the border into Latvia, and after approximately four hours we landed in Riga, the Latvian capital, for a short city tour.

Fortunately, it was raining during our time on the road so there was little concern over getting out and about until we reached Riga.

Lying at the mouth of the Daugava River on the Gulf of Riga, Riga ‘Old Town’ is also a UNESCO Heritage Site, particularly noted for its Art Nouveau and 19th century wooden architecture.

Riga’s skyline is pierced with spires, towers and weather vanes – some with black cats arched on turreted rooftops.

We took in the Freedom Monument, St. Jacob’s Church and the city’s cathedral plus the House of the Blackheads – originally erected during the 14th century for the Brotherhood of Blackheads, a guild for unmarried German merchants in Riga.

Art Nouveau with its decorative architecture cornered many a street, and solemn gothic buildings rubbed shoulders with baroque architecture – all adding to the eclectic mix.

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TavernRiga

In the afternoon we continued on to Cesis in Gauja National Park. This is Latvia’s biggest national park and is known as ‘Latvian Switzerland’ due to its rolling landscapes. The park includes the valleys of the Gauja River and its tributaries, and also hill forts, stone castles, churches, watermills and windmills. Cesis itself is a medieval town, over 800 years old, and its 13th century castle was the main stronghold of the Livonian knights who ruled most of Latvia and Estonia during medieval times.

Unearthed Google fact: Latvians are the world’s most voracious newspaper readers.

Day 4 – We drove to Sigulda, and followed a trail through the forests and river valleys of Gauja National Park. Walking past the ruins of Livonian medieval fortresses and a neo-gothic castle, the walk ended at the 13th century Turaida Castle. A cable car across the valley provided dizzy views down over the forest. Returning to Cesis, another walk along an obligatory forested trail delivered us to the Erglu Rocks on the River Gauja, a famous local site where the mosquitos were lying in wait to feed on anything remotely Rhesus Negative.

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River

Day 5 – We drove west for approximately two hours to Kemeri National Park, founded in 1977 to preserve the local wetlands, coastal lakes and dunes. Here we walked on a raised boardwalk above the wetlands, discovering the distinctive mosses and bog pine trees amid the small pools and lakes.

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Boardwalk

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We returned to the seaside and spa resort of Jurmala for lunch. Jurmala is known for its curative mineral waters and therapeutic mud, and its interesting multi-style architecture.

It wasn’t long before we crossed into Lithuania, the largest of the three republics and distinguishable from its neighbours by its Catholicism.

Although Lithuania converted to Christianity almost 200 years later than its northern neighbours, the Church retained its power and today most people are devoutly and visibly religious.

We continued south and crossed the border into Lithuania, and onto Klaipeda; a car ferry was then taken to Nida on the Curonian Spit.

It had been a long jaunt to get here so it was only fitting that three pints of the local ale was required at a bar overlooking the healing waters. They weren’t officially ‘healing’ – they just made me feel good when having those three pints.

Day 6 – The Curonian Spit National Park is a 98 km long sand dune spit that separates the Curonian Lagoon from the Baltic Sea.

Rippling sand dunes up to 60m high, breaking waves, pine forests and old Curonian houses make up this UNESCO Heritage Site (is anything in the Baltics NOT a UNESCO Heritage Site?)

Varying landscapes of the spit were to be enjoyed during a morning walk – coastal, pine forests and sand dunes just about covered it.

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Some tree stuff…

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A rare free afternoon meant I could return to the forest for a few hours and enjoy an additional meander through the trees before visiting the summer residence of Thomas Mann.

I can feel some culture coming on…

Thomas Mann was a German novelist, short story writer, social critic, philanthropist, essayist, and won the 1929 Nobel Prize in Literature – ‘principally for his great novel, Buddenbrooks, which has won steadily increased recognition as one of the classic works of contemporary literature.’ Buddenbrooks, really? I might have to download that one onto the Kindle.

In 1929, Mann decided to have a summer house built above the lagoon in the fishing village of Nidden, East Prussia (now Nida, Lithuania) on the Curonian Spit (it was mocked as Uncle Tom’s Cabin by locals). There was a German art colony in Nidden, and Mann spent the summers of 1930–1932 writing here. This cottage is now a cultural centre dedicated to him, with a small memorial exhibition.

When Hitler came to power in 1933, Mann fled to Switzerland. While traveling in the South of France, Mann heard from Munich, that it would not be safe for him to return to Germany.

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Thomas Mann’s chillout pad

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There was a festival of sorts carrying on in the town – essential viewing with a pint or two during the light evening. The real show-stoppers were the swarms of flies that snow-stormed around the peninsula and were literally smoking from the trees. Never seen anything like it – they were quite mozzie-like – possibly mayflies? Fortunately, there were no biters amongst them but they did tend to clog up the beer tankards.

Flies

Humongous amount of flies

Day 7 – A long journey took us southeast to Trakai the formal capital of the Grand Duchy of Lithuania.

Located on a peninsula in Lake Galve, Trakai is now famous for its 15th century castle, which sits outside the town on a small island. A suitably scenic walk was taken around the town and lake, before visiting the castle.

A short journey then propelled us into Vilnius. You’ll never guess – the ‘Old Town’ of Vilnius is also a UNESCO Heritage Site.

There was plenty of evidence of the devoutly religious; Vilnius is crammed with shrines and lavish churches amongst the cobbled alleys and crumbling corners.

Vilnius is famous for its baroque architecture, seen especially in its medieval old town. The 16th-century Gate of Dawn, containing a shrine with a sacred Virgin Mary icon, once guarded an entrance to the original city.

Unearthed Google fact: Until the Nazi occupation, Vilnius was known as “the Jerusalem of the North”

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JC May be Doing Stuff

A Cyclops and a Unicorn – now there’s an accident waiting to happen.

A work-related seminar in Soho took me to London mid-week to learn all about using Creative Cloud apps to enhance the student learning experience.

A fine lunch was provided with bagels and rolls crammed with good stuff – plus some of those tasty gourmet sausage rolls with interesting ingredients like caramelized onion, blue cheese and wood-smoked otter.

The presentation was quite informative and provided some useful insights into the Adobe applications. I’ll give them a whirl over the summer when the students are at play.

Afterwards, having summarily sought out mandatory challenges, developed necessary skills, and with horizons suitably expanded, I made my way over to the Grant Museum of Zoology for a gander at the exhibits.

The Grant Museum of Zoology was primarily founded as a teaching collection, and there are some pretty iconic items on display here – including rare skeletons of the Quagga and Thylacine.

The what?

The Quagga was a South African zebra, which became extinct in 1883 – making this skeleton one of the rarest in the world.

Thylacines were dog-like carnivorous marsupials that were deliberately driven to extinction in 1936. Here’s some interesting footage dating from 1911 of these animals.

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The Museum also has a large selection of Dodo bones displayed in trays but one of the strangest objects in the collection is a large jar crammed full of whole preserved moles!

The accompanying art exhibition, ranged around the display cases was STRANGE CREATURES: THE ART OF UNKNOWN ANIMALS, which questioned how unknown animals were communicated to the public at the time.
It featured the painting of a kangaroo by George Stubbs, which was recently saved for the nation. It was painted following Captain Cook’s first “Voyage of Discovery” and is Europe’s first image of an Australian animal.

Here are some images form their website (hope they don’t mind me using them!) More information is provided on their website http://www.ucl.ac.uk/museums/zoology:

Jar of Moles!

Thylacine skeleton

Dodo bones

 

Quagga

 

The Spring Festival in Ludlow featured an impressive beer marquee with 200 plus barrels from over fifty brewers. (With sisters Annie and Sarah in tow, trouble was already brewing after the first 7.5 % cider…!)

The Staff@UCB social club had arranged a coach trip over to Ludlow so a good vibe was going around despite the gloomy weather. Some decent bands drew good crowds in the main marquee, and a Ukulele band from Bridgnorth were diddlying away in the castle grounds (I’m gonna stick my neck out and reckon them to be the Bridgnorth Ukulele Band – I know it’s a stretch).

For petrol-heads, there was an impressive array of pre-1985 classic cars displayed in the Outer Bailey of tthe castle.

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Ludlow Castle: Selfie City…

 

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Historical Snippet Corner

Before the two young princes were murdered in the Tower of London, they had spent most of their childhood years at Ludlow Castle. Prince Edward was at Ludlow when he received the news of his father’s death and he became Edward V. However, he was never crowned – swiftly being taken to the tower where he was imprisoned with his little brother.

They were then soon murdered, and their sneaky uncle Richard – he of hunchback and Leicester car-park fame – became King Richard III.

 

And there’s more…

 

Prince Arthur – Henry VIII’s older brother – died at Ludlow Castle. He had been honeymooning there with his new wife, Catherine of Aragon.

 

CheetahThis is a cartoon from the Crow Collection – it inspired my brother Paul and I to write a Children’s book, which – I’m pleased to say – will be published later this year!

 

The excellent film, Avengers: Age of Ultron, provided a good start to this month’s cultural offerings – lots of good fights, costumes and stuff.

 

The Flat Earth film club screened Surviving Life, which was touted as one of the most imaginative and visually arresting films of the year (the year being 2011). For starters, an odd little Czech short film called Food provided an appetiser.

 

Here’s the Surviving Life review from Littlewhitelies.co.uk:

To say that Surviving Life is unconventional would be something of an understatement, but then again few would expect anything less from Jan Švankmajer. The legendary Czech animator’s latest effort is a self-styled ‘psychoanalytical comedy’, a typically madcap endeavour that bears all of his usual trademarks, using a combination of cut out animation and live action filmmaking to focus on the absurd nature of dreams.

Things are reassuringly off-kilter from the get-go. Opening with a mock confession, Švankmajer expresses regret that what was originally conceived as a conventional film has turned out “a poor imperfect substitute for a live action film.” It’s all a ruse of course; what follows is a surreal, often baffling but effortlessly comic examination of the contrarieties of psychoanalysis, and it’s difficult to imagine the subject being tackled in quite the same way by any other director.

Evžen (Václav Helšus) is a married man who divides his time living out a double life with another woman in his dreams. The dream world, of course, allows Švankmajer to gleefully explore an array of disarmingly odd and often overtly sexual visual set pieces. Tongues lustfully emanate from windows. A suited dog has violent sex with another dog.

Portraits of Freud and Jung bicker on the wall of a psychoanalyst’s office. Much of it defies any rational explanation, but at no point does this seem to matter. In the world of dreams, anything goes and this serves as the perfect catalyst for Švankmajer to engage with some of his strangest material to date.

The whole affair is undeniably self-indulgent to an extent, but Švankmajer’s joyous affinity for the bizarre is so captivating and infectious that it commands attention from the off. It’s an experience that’s unlikely to speak to everyone, but with its unparalleled visual style and subtly odd comic touches, it’s a stark reminder of its director’s loopy genius and the welcome return of a master in his field.

 

It wasn’t quite the end of May – the final week being taken care of with a trip to the Baltics. I’ll post this a bit later when I’ve sorted out where I went…

 

Here’s a little Walt Whitman poem to keep you going until then…

 

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.