Vilnius, missed the bus

In Warsaw I splashed out and got a taxi from the bus station where I collected my baggage. On the side of the taxis it said 2 zloty per a km which I reckon was rather cheap. So I got in the taxi pointed to where I wanted to go on the map then proceeded to get ripped of with a 80 zloty bill for a 5km journey. I have no idea how that worked or if I was ripped off.
I got to the bus station and then tried to book my ticket to Tallinn. To find out that they were all sold out. The best they could do was get me to Riga, a little later than i had planned to get there. This was ok, it was not like I had any other option and at least I was heading in the correct direction.

Waiting for the bus I bumped into a cute little Irish girl, small world hey? So we
chatted and watched the sun set as our bus headed toward Vilnius, the capital of Lithuania. She was spending a couple of days in Vilnius and I had 2 minutes to get onto my connecting bus to Riga.

As the bus got close to arriving I got twitch psyched up for a quick turn over to the bus to Riga. We arrive quick goodbyes to Irish sweetie, then dash across bus station to the waiting bus which the driver wont let me and 2 others onto. Never having had an argument with someone who speaks another language this was a new experience, and I suck at it.
Out of no were an english speaking mediator arrived and explained that this was another us company and our bus was just a little late.

Not having any other option we accepted this and sat waiting for our bus did not come. With my two other marooned comrades we went to pick a fight with the bus company when they opened at 9 oclock. After promises to refund some of our ticket when (if) we arrived in Riga. We decided to buy a ticket with another bus company to Riga, this left in 20 minutes and was actually a rather nice journey. The sun was up, I had some soya chocolate puddings I bought in Warsaw and I could watch eastern Europe spool through the windows as we drove by. We also had our first proper passport control since leaving Ireland, this is always exciting for me my Russian buddy who was stuck at the bus station with me was called off the bus for a further examination. I sat there smug with my UK passport, which always seems to work like a dream.

Somewhere along the journey we stopped for a toilet break, where I found on of these interesting toilets. On the way out there was an old lady at a table with a sign for 15 lats, I dumped her a handful of my zlots and walked away quickly trying to look Polish. The euro is such a nice thing, hopefully it will catch on.