picking huckleberries in High Tatras.

Sleeping in Slovakia. Tomorrow we are hitting the mountain. Broke back?

Gintaras Smoking Traveling Water-Pipe.

“Nobody ever did, or ever will, escape the consequences of his choices.”

Taking notes, making last decisions, checking things: passport, insurance, two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers…

Two Photos from yesterday - we were like tourist group visiting monuments.

Poker time at Gintaras place. Been a long time since I played one. Well, this night just shows that I’m not good at cards. Let’s play Love?

Gintaras. Good shape. Summer of 2008. Sun is helping him. Remember trying to get it right. Take a note - this weeks photos aren’t manipulated in any way and scanned as they were.

This came from a journey to Kuro Aparatūra factory bunker. Domas, me and Gintaras decided to repeat my and Skirmantas journey down the basement, but this time with camera. I think some day I should post it to some Flickr Library. And from another point. 1. This child gas mask teribly strenghen the feel of catastrophy or war. 2. I really have no desire to participate in WW3.

Today was the day when me and my coursemates (and few friends of course) travelled along Neris river with a small ship/cater/boat/call-it-whatever-you-want. 23 Lt for an hour trip down the river and back. Not much sightseeing really, only one lonely chair on a bank, trolley in the river, or passing down the bridges - they look quite interesting below. Oh, and later that day 7 of us played poker at my apartment.

We were playing poker at Vilius place this evening. And just as always we were drinking beer. And brandy. And playing poker. Easy.