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The world is divided into two types of people: dog people and cat people. Dog people will tell you that there is no beast more loyal and friendly than their trusted canine companion. Cat people will tell you that they love their strong-willed and independent yet cute and cuddly furry friend.
Oh, and then there is the tiny minority that is mortally afraid of anything that has more than two legs. Those people are just crazy.
... my skin-coloured tights > "just go to HEMA and buy a new stock, because I will tear at least 2 per week now that the weather is nice enough to wear them".
By Wednesday, I had run through two glue sticks for my DIY mirror frame project > "just go to HEMA".
And the week before, I finally got my very own bike (which warrants its very own blog post, so be patient), and I needed a proper lock, a ...
... tried our best to enter but could not figure it out. The only thing we could figure out was that the whole thing, inside and out, seemed to be under construction. The one door that we did manage to open had a bunch of construction boots in the entrance and a mean looking guard. Not wanting to stick around and answer his Latvian questions we just sort of turned around and walked out.
Back on the Old Town side of the bridge again we stopped to admire the House ...
... equipment that lurks deep in a scary part of one's psyche.
And a long walk, partly through the lovely park, and via a little bottle shop which also sold chips and things (we were actually on the hunt for some fruit; we'd seen some earlier when we were still stuffed with breakfast.) Back to our hotel for a few hours down-time before setting out for a walk along the river and back through the park.
Dinner back at the hotel, ...
... 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 ...