Perkūnas

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After hiding from the thunderstorm in a windmill for over an hour, I decided to make a break for it. Preying to Perkūnas to spare me from a lightening strike, I ran through the fields to the nearby village, pelted the whole way by hail the size of small stones. >>>>Finding the only restaurant, it turned out the whole village was there already, sheltering from the forecast rain. >>>>A hundred faces watched me enter, soaked to the bone like some kind of idiot apparition. I ate my potato casserole in a damp silence, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.

Lithuania

The sun over Gavle turned the lake a burnished gold, smelted through a thousand channels into castle windows and boat sails.

To the north the gathering storm, furious at our daylight incursion, pushed towards us through the prostrated skies. Trebuchet winds rocked the balloon past the landing site and over the needly pine woodland poking out the gathering gloom.

We aimed at an island of ground only to realise we would hit a wall of besieging trees. Horrified, we careened up again spinning the basket off the treetops. On our last gasps of propane, we spied a disused train track cut through the forest. Collapsing the canvas we dropped from the sky, catapulted to the ground like vengeful witchfire.

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