Thursday, September 14

I travel back with Micke and we part at the airport. I walk straight to the bus terminal, and straight onto a 522 to Itis. I feel very much at home.

Whatever one thinks of Lithuania (and I liked it) the colour palette does not include much green, or indeed many bright colours at all. I look round and the driver and I have the bus to ourselves. As we leave the airport I notice the greenery, and the bright blue of the low autumn sky.

Five minutes outside the airport I spot the Aviopolis sign ahead. The driver stops briefly and I pounce.