Beautiful sunset on the shoreline of a beautiful beach. The view was son calm that we forgot that our feet were freezing.
Last friday we’ve been to Būtingės geomorfologinis draustinis (geomorphological path of Būtingės), a territory administered by the park close to the border with Latvia; actually in front of the border: our task was to paint some wooden signs for the visitors nature path.
We took a Ferry boat in Klaipeda that can also carry cars and bikes, it only takes 10 minutes to reach the island.
After this little crossing we started walking in a pine forest on a hilly trail very suitable for bikes.
There were also some students from Turkey, Azerbaijan and Russia with us. We talked a bit to know each other. Continue reading
A friend sent me this song, thinking about my experience in the park. I think it can describe perfectly the relation between man and nature.
The Dutch Cap, or in lithuanian Olando Kepure, is a 24 meters high hill located on the seaside region of Pajurio Regional Park. For its geologic properties it can be called a bluff, a kind of cliff with different sediments who never remain still: the aquifers inside the Cap make its composition unstable, and the erosion forces the cliff to keep moving east; this means that one day it will become higher and further from the sea.
In the last hour me and Isaac went outside to clean the surroundings of the visitor center, and I’m still asking to myself how there could be so much trash in such a small place: Continue reading
Birds are coming back, bringing the spring with them: we can see it because the sky is starting to be populated by geometrical and elegant flights; we still can barely recognize some of the species, but our ecologist is always ready to explain us what we’re looking at.The birds Continue reading
On friday 13th of march we’ve been to the northern side of the park territory, on the Dutch Cap, to do an unusual activity: explosion cleaning. Few days before a World War II Nazi bunker mysteriously exploded, leaving many debris of different shape and dimension on the shoreline. Police is still investigating. Continue reading
When we arrived in Karklė was a saturday evening, and the first thing I noticed were the tall trees that surrounded the road, and the lonely houses who looked lost and forgotten by a disappeared mankind. Just later I realized that there was actually nobody: not a soul watching outside a window, not a car on the street. Just me, Isaac and the silence; and maybe, with some imagination, the sound of the Baltic Sea singing behind the forest.