Best Western Hotel Mara
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... think that I was a cat person. I always saw myself ending up like one of those old spinsters (is it a coincidence that the Dutch word for purring is spinnen?) you read about in the newspaper. You know; those lonely ladies who live in a tiny apartment with 32 cats, until the fire department comes to rescue them. But I've also been known to go around town as a kid, asking people if I could please walk their dogs.
Recently, though, I've started to think ...
... bags, a pump and some tire plasters (yes.. already..) > "go to HEMA".
A sleeping bag? "HEMA" A garbage can? "HEMA" Extra clothes hangers? "HEMA!!"
You see, my sad underprivileged readers who do not live in The Netherlands (495 stores), Belgium (90 stores), France (27 stores), Germany (10 stores), Luxembourg (4 stores) or even Spain (1 store): HEMA is the best shop that The Netherlands has to offer!
... It is probably the most outwardly detailed building in Riga and it is pretty in a gaudy way. Next to this building was the church of St. Peter. There is a tower that overlooks the town and you can climb it from a stairwell in the church. We went inside to learn that they charged each person 7 euros to climb the staircase. Are you crazy? Come on church... that is overpriced.
With nothing else left to see on the map that really caught our eye, we headed ...
As a person who looks down a lot because of my paranoia with stepping on dog ****, I have been noticing the cobbles in all the cities through which we have traveled. Interestingly enough, unlike Paris, there is no dog **** and the pavements are mostly clean apart from the occasional overflowing drain that we came across in St Petersburg. I don't think the Europeans are great chewers (and spitters out) of chewing gum, so unlike Australia, ...
... I hurry-idly grab my suitcase and backpack and struggle to get off the train. Once I am off the train, I look around and my heart sinks. This might be Belgrade but it is not the main station and there is only one other person who has exited the train. There are no station personnel (it is about 11 p.m.) and there are only a few lights and I cannot even see the city lights. I turn to get back on the train and it pulls away, of course. SOOOO, I walk to ...