In the morning Dan’s mom left to have a final breakfast with a friend. We went to Vero Café on Traku to check it out. IYPG said it is a better alternative to Coffee Inn. The best Coffee Inn is on Gedimino, behind the post office, so we were eager to try out another alternative.
The place is pleasant and comfortable. Georgia liked the windowsill. Coffee has the familiar better taste but lacks the coffee flavor. The cakes are stale. The girl at the counter is very nice and friendly. So maybe we will come back some other time.
We were not sure when Bestcar would pick up their car – as it stands we only got it for one day on Saturday and already had it from Friday afternoon till the morning on Sunday. We decided to keep it for another day and go on a day trip.
Dan’s mom has not seen Kernave so we picked up Alicia and started from that. It is a beautiful place and a pleasure to visit. It is not as run down with visitors and tourists as Trakai. It is really peaceful here. We noticed that are some additional trails to explore but we only hit the main circuit again.
Approaching Pilies street we passed a velobar – one of Vilnius rentable attractions. Never seen one life yet. It was operated by a bachelor party. I wonder if the barterer has to move the pedals as well.
We climbed several mounds again. We found a little metal heart – possibly a part of a pendant or an earring. Georgia got really excited about the “treasure.” We dug a little more to see if we can find another one. She was holding the heart and did not allow anyone to touch it. Alicia gave her a little wallet to keep the treasure.
Near the souvenir kiosk there was a sign for a gallery 2.5km off the main road. We decided to go there. The gallery is on the farm. There is a young artist family of living there. Their grounds are like exhibition place and a shop at the same time. Most of the works are ceramic. It looks like they bought the farm and came here to create their art. They also have a little girl, a cat, and a dog. We went into an old kitchen in a separate house where they have their studio. The lady artist gave us directions to Trakai so that we would not have to go back to the city.
We followed really scenic (and occasionally one way) road to Trakai. We wanted to avoid the busy restaurants in town and stopped on the way at the yacht club overlooking the lake for lunch. The view is really amazing there. We decided not to bother with the food and kept going since the restaurant there is really on the expensive side.
There were loads of people in Trakai and surrounding areas where you can park the car to go swimming in the lake were full too. We found parking near Karaimu street and walked over to Kybyniar on Karaimu 29 to order kibinai. There are some abandoned Karaim homes on the street facing the lake and probably costing millions. At Kybyniar restaurant they were playing cheerful Arabic music and the menus had Arabic flair to them. Kibinai were 7LT minimum. It is a baked good the size of a small bagel. For comparison purposes it costs 1.5LT at Hyper Maxima.
While we were waiting for our meal, Dan’s mom, Georgia and I walked over to the lake to feed the fishes with some old bread and ponchiks we were carrying around. The fishes were there but non-responsive. We were on the boat rental pier and rentals were sold out for the rest of the day. Every few minutes a boat uploaded and a took off with fresh boaters.
Kibinai were awful – the dough is all wrong, the meat is made from left over lamb parts with tendons, there are too few onions, and most importantly there was no juice! It did not agree with anyone’s stomach afterwards. Even before we ordered Alicia got a really bad stomachache so we drove back home and got her some painkillers.
We had a slow afternoon with Dan’s mom packing and Alicia resting. Georgia and I went to the playground. There was a British girl there. She said she is visiting her husband who is a pilot at Air Baltic. It is his first job. She was very proud. It is a good thing he was not a campaign.
We went to the store and got some food for dinner. Georgia carried a bucket of pickles. She was very excited about that. Theoretically they are for the cold borsht but given the one I make is awful, I am the single consumer of these.