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Saturday morning, I dragged my groggy self out of bed after a fitful night of tossing and turning. Lina served up eggs with tomato and cucumber for breakfast, and everyone at the hostel saw me off and wished me well. I was only there for a few days, but the place really felt like home already and I was sad to leave, especially under the circumstances.
My bus ride to Riga took about four hours. It was a well appointed coach with WiFi, reclining seats and -- best of all -- ...
... the freedom monument.
The Freedom Monument
The Freedom Monument is very important to Latvian`s as it represents their freedom, history, it is very elegant and set in the middle of the parks and it can be seen from many places. We also saw various interesting building, half frozen river and Lovers Bridge full of padlocks with the keys dropped into the river.
... though how they walk on wet cobbles in high heels I'll never understand. We tried the local alcoholic fire water, called Black Balsam, and frak is that stuff strong, it tastes like cough medicine with a donkey-kick. I also took a lot of good pictures. The tour only cost us 7.5LAT, and the guide gave us the name of a fantastic restaurant, the Black Monk. We convinced Monika to go there and had a great ...
... my shopping sprees on his back like a little mule. Even Dusty has gone the way of the roll-on so it should be ok... He is after all, the hippie of hippies when it comes to organic food, composting and travelling.
One of the better things about partaking in a tour group is that you get to meet a lot of interesting people (and a few brutally annoying people as well). That evening, we shared a table and chatted with two ladies from England and two ...
... 24 and ½ hours. I mime that I will be flying out tomorrow and that seems to satisfy her. Wasn’t a good performance because the scowl never left her face. She pops my passport into a box and walks off. WHOOPS. I have faith that she will return with it, and I keep chanting that to myself.
More immigration officers are roaming the carriage. Suddenly the customs guy leaps into my carriage with his yellow lab! The dog does ...