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... eluded me. I had visions of opening my fourth floor window and taking a bead on the ******* with the siren with my bow. Also, the others staying in my dorm room came in at some point during the night with no regard to the fact that there was someone trying to sleep in the room. Now I know that part of staying in a hostel is the fact that there will be people coming and going at all times. I’ve always known this about hostels and I accept it. But I have ...
... a ticket for the gardens. The route begins on the ground floor and goes around the square through an exhibition on the gardens. The first floor houses the Gold Hall which is the throne hall and is very grand. You walk along the corridors to the White Hall which is beautiful with a high ceiling and many depictions of cupids doing different things such as hunting, riding goats, or depicting the four elements. The centre piece of ...
... could have achieved this business task without batting an eyelid. But no, this situation caused the lady so much grief that she spat some Latvian angry saying toward me and after I asked for a second time I was shooed away. After this I went to another exchange place right next door and was welcomed with open arms as if I was the best thing since sliced bread.
After spending half the day walking around all the large monuments and old historical buildings I ...
... tasting almost flat, but realistically offering a bite
to the palate.
Today was once again purge my stuff day, because
the flight I have to take tomorrow is limiting my baggage allowance like
crazy. I gave away so many clothes to the hostel today, as well as my
shampoo, conditioner, lotions, and everything else I'm hoping I can go
without for a few days. When I checked in for my ...
... the same, all called Stalin's birthday cake, apparently it was a good thing to do, or else.
If anyone can explain the street art showing an exploding sausage, let me know. Must be something cultural!
Apparently the tradition of lights on Christmas trees was started here by the, 'Guild for the Unmarried Tradesman', although their tradition ended with burning ...