Saturday 12 September 2015

0355 Cesis Latvia to Panevezys Lithuania


12th Sept 2015
An old church, graves, and dirt roads.

Woke up and got sorted out, and since wifi was so good right next door to the van, we spent a bit of time on Skype etc, before packing up and heading back up into the medieval town of Cesis.  I wanted to get a couple of photos that I had missed yesterday, and we also wanted to see St John’s Church, which was consecrated in 1284, so we headed into town, found a parking spot near the centre, and set off on foot.


On the way we stopped to take a photo of the old castle that we had visited yesterday, viewed from across a lake,  But unfortunately the great view that we had seen yesterday but not photographed was with the sun shining from the other direction, and the morning sun was behind the castle now, making the shot almost nothing.  Ho hum.

Then it was off to St John’s. This church really is struggling to stay in one piece – and major renovations are underway.  Additionally, where, over the years, buttresses have been added outside the main walls to support them, and then there are further buttresses outside them supporting them as well, now not only are the walls having difficulty staying up, but even the later buttresses are no crumbling, compounding the original problem.  Additionally, inside, enormous cross beams have been inserted high up, fixed onto steel pins on the outside, in order to try to keep the walls from falling outwards. Regardless of the problems, this is a lovely 13th century church, and when you consider that it is nearly 800 years old, and is still used regularly for services and organ recitals, it is amazing. 

The organ of St John’s is apparently renowned for its sound, and we were fortunate enough to hear it being played a little this morning.  In addition the church is famous for its sizeable collection of old gravestones, some of which are currently being installed around the walls of the church, while others are housed in a separate area.  A very pleasant hour spent here.  I must add that around the world, S America included, churches are usually one of the oldest, most significant and historical buildings in any town.  So we tend to seek out the churches not so much from any religious point of view, but more from the history of an area that they reflect.  Consider – The castle we visited yesterday in Cesis that is in ruins, is the same age as this church, which is still standing and in daily use.  The living history of the area is thus more usually in the church, more so than in the old ruined castle where archeologists are often still trying to puzzle out what it looked like and what parts of it were used for !  Just a thought…….

On the way back to the car we passed a bakery. Bakery’s here are for cakes, not bread.  Konditorei.  The only place we have found “decent” bread is in big supermarkets, who bake their own.  In fact today, in the cake shop, they said they do not bake bread – You have to get that from a supermarket, kind of justifying what we had deduced.  Quite different from France and Germany who of course have bakeries everywhere baking the most wonderful bread.  Round here is a lot of that black bread – Not my thing at all, but Janet likes it.  Give me a nice fresh baguette any day !!  Anyway, we managed to escape from the cake shop without handing over any euros, and made it back to the car. 

We decided it was time to head south, or we would never make it before Christmas !!  The choice was to head all the way back to Riga on good roads, and then head south, or to try to cut across country.  Yup – You know me – We headed cross country !   (I HATE to go backwards !!)  So using a combination of (useless large scale) paper maps, Garmin, and Maps.me (an app on my tablet that we use everywhere), we set off towards a place called Aizkraukle.  Not far into our route, we came over the brow of a hill and there was this great big Russian Orthodox church in front of us.  On the right was a big house built of similar brick to the church – And that was all.  In the middle of nowhere !!!  I think the village was called Nitaure. 

We then stopped for lunch beside a delightful little lake in Zaube, before heading on down towards Klidzina where we thought we could cross the river Daugava before continuing cross country in a generally southerly direction.  Right ?    W-R-O-N-G !!!   It turns out that there is only one place to cross the Daugava river round here, and that is several K’s to the east of Kidzina, in Aizkraukle, and then you have to turn round and head all the way west again !  Why no bridges ?  Who ever heard of no bridges for 100 kms in either direction along a river, with villages and towns everywhere ?  Perhaps they had all been destroyed by Ivan the Terrible in 1578 – Or maybe someone else more recently ??  Anyway, we played “hunt the bridge”, and suddenly came round the corner and there was an enormous dam with steel sluice gates in it, and a set of traffic lights.  On red.  With “8 minutes red” written on them in English.  Where was the bridge ?  Or was it a dam we were to cross on top of ?  Well, 7 minutes later the lights turned green, and we found out.  Neither !  We actually crossed the river UNDER the dam wall, through a tunnel that went along the edge of the water – Very different and interesting.  “Playnu Hes” was written on the dam wall – Maybe Hes means dam ?  But a big hydro electric scheme anyway.  And once “across” the river, we headed back to the west, but with a big lake now on our right, and it was obvious they had had to build big levees to keep the now increased level of water out of the villages and houses along the way. 

Suddenly the black top ended and we were on dirt !  Actually, the dirt surface was generally better than much of the tarmac road we had been on recently – The minor roads in Latvia are in terrible condition – just patched and patched and patched by hand, so they are very bumpy.  So apart from the dust, the dirt road was actually OK most of the time.  We finally made it to Bauska, which was on the main A7 road between Riga and Vilnius, and turned south on now a good road ! 

About 15 kms S of Bauska we crossed the Lithuanian border. Quite interesting because while there was virtually nothing in the way of signage to say we were crossing, the old border station from “former times” was VERY evident. And parked right on the edge of the road, with two policeman standing beside it, was a cop car – And they watched us very carefully as we passed.  And I watched my rear view mirror very carefully afterwards, and they didn’t follow me ! So here we are in Lithuania – I never thought I would ever drive my car in Lithuania !!

By now it was nearly 4.30 pm, and we headed on down the main road towards Vilnius.  At about 5 pm I had had enough, and we started to search on the Garmin and Maps.me for camp sites – Finding one just outside Panevezys.  It wasn’t the most salubrious, but was totally empty and apart from a local family enjoying the sauna and running naked between the sauna and the tub, we had a peaceful evening !!  We are not quite sure what Vilnius has to offer, so we will find an Information Centre there tomorrow, and take it from there. 

Today ?  Very interesting, again.  Travelling through the countryside off the main roads was very interesting – Much more agriculturally based, and seemingly run down houses, but there are still plenty of Audis and BMWs parked out front – Can’t quite work it out.  They are certainly not destitute peasants like in northern S America – Maybe joining the EU and the Euro has enabled them all to improve their lot ?  We spoke to one guy in Cesis today and mentioned that we thought that the effort they were making to renovate old historical buildings was wonderful.  His response was that while it was good, there were many people who felt that the government could be putting their money into better areas, and there was an increasing amount of resentment in many areas.  It must be VERY difficult to know where best to direct funds when EVERY PART of the economy is in need of help.  As I said last night, those of us who have not been invaded repeatedly over the centuries must sometimes be very grateful………….

And so to bed…..


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