On another gravel road, this time with overgrown fields around me. Another temperate zone. There’s a roadsign with no words on it indicating a curve ahead and the telephone poles look strange. So most likely somewhere in Europe.
Check out some farm houses but I don’t see any writing or other clear clues. I don’t see any vehicles but one farm has a satellite dish. I have a feeling this may be France but it’s just a hunch at this point.
Travel down the road a ways more and find a round sign with a 50 on it. A little ways further there’s a sign with a bus on it. Still no writing.
A man is out in his front yard. Bonjour, Monsieur. Pouvez-vous me dire ou je suis, s’il vous plait. He doesn’t answer. French people are snooty.
Travel down the road some more. Start traveling by longer jumps. A few more houses and signs but no new clues. But there’s a house with a car in the driveway. I zoom in on the license plate but Google has blurred it out.
I keep leaping down the road. I eventually come to an intersection. No signs but it looks like a better road. I follow it in hopes of coming to a town. I eventually see a tall tower in the distance. I hope it’s a town. As I get close I see other buidlings. This looks good.
A sign at last. Svedriske? Ukotas? With all kinds of weird accent marks? I revise my previous guess on France. I think I’m in Eastern Europe. Poland? Hungary? The Czech Republic?
There’s a church as I enter the town. It has onion domes. So someplace in the Balkans perhaps.
I travel through the town. It’s a dismal place. Little ramshackle houses and big cement block buildings. The streets turn to dirt as soon as you get off the main street. Very few cars and their license plates are all blurred. No businesses or advertising that I can find. I finally find one building with a sign on its front. The windows are broken and boarded over. The sign says Kavine Vacykla. A closed movie theatre? I don’t know. There’s another sign on the side: Promonines Prekes. Again, this means nothing to me.
I travel down another street. Flagpoles in front of a building but no flags. I see a mail box: Pastas. What language is this?
A sign on the side of a building: Viskas Jusu Namams Ir Buiciai. Another building I think might be a public restroom. The sign says Laisves G 6. Another business with boarded up windows: Maisto Prekes. Apparently this is a bad town for people in the Prekes business.
I see a street sign. Zarasai is 27 (kilometers?) to the left and Ignalina is 27 to the right. I’ve never heard of either place.
Like the town itself, I abandon hope. I unclick the stealth to see where I am.
Ranenay, Utenos Apskritis, Lithuania.