*That* was superb. Too tired to give you the full detail now, but Lithuanian folk music, midnight drumming ritual with improvised harmonies from most of the women there including me, dawn ritual by the river with Lithuanian folk singers doing traditional songs to the river gods and the rain gods, slept by a bonfire, met cute, tall, longhaired guitarist for goth band that was excellent (bought one of his CDs) and got fangrrl shots of him rocking out on stage, got his number, good goth Djs, people from Sydney and Melbourne to hang out with (weird… ozgenre, one of the guys, Henry, knows you from various places…), re-enactors, bought cloak pins from metalsmith…
Absolutely wasted now, and will sleep *very* well on the overnight bus to Tallinn, I imagine. More later if I get a chance, including updated thoughts on the whole identity thing, mainly brought on by the fact that tall, cute, skinny goth boys with long hair dressed in black look the same all over the world. Well, the ones I think are ultra cute are rare, but the principle works. These are also ‘my people’ in some way, especially ones like Evaldas who are also jewellery-makers, musicians and archeologists. Sigh.