Dome Hotel & Spa
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- Continental Breakfast
- Airport Transportation
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
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... stalls selling similar items as well as some souvenirs but for a lot cheaper than in the old town! Our guide recommended some popular Latvia specialties such as black bread, cheese with seeds of which there are many variations such as with cranberries or smoked. Latvians are also huge fans of pickled products and apparently pickle everything they can get their hands on! This is probably due to the fact that their winters are so cold and they somehow need to ...
... it was quite late, and my original plan of getting to sleep early was out the window. It didn't matter; the town was loud and hopping as only a party town on a Saturday night could be, so trying to sleep in that cacophony would've been futile. Oh well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. , Simon and I ended up going on a bit of a self-directed improptu pub crawl, including stops at an Australian pub where the drinks were served out of a carved-out VW van, and in a sort of weirdly ...
... We left at 7:45 on the dot. The announcer said we'd cross the border at 10:20, nailed it precisely. Furthermore, about 30 minutes after we had crossed into Latvia we were pulled in by the border police who checked everybody's visas, and then we pulled into Riga at 11:56 (ok, ok, 1 minute late. Unacceptable!).
Unfortunately, the weather in Riga was less impressive. Cloudy. Rainy. Substantially better than Tallinn (at least it was ...
... in there but not enough to make you think that she'd drug you and cut your head off, before selling your passport in that very same market.
One evening I went for a walk around the Old Town with an English lad called Dane who I'd got talking to in the hostel (nice lad, similar political opinions to me but without the raving misanthropy). The Old Town's cobbled streets are lined with restaurants and fancy bars and none of them appeared to be ...
... inside the entrance to the mall, what should I find but a blessed Cambio which was happy to take my E100 and give me 62 Lat, and I could trot back even faster to my poor old bloke in the baking sun. My route took me back past the bus station again, and what should I spy not 10 m from where we had got off the bus, and about 40m from where Gray was, but about fifteen cash machines, representing every bank in the known universe.
So I panted back to the taxi rank, ...