Jurnieks Riga
Sofijas 8 Riga, LV-1005, Latvia
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Anita & Angela's Riga Escape!
... at Duty Free before boarding, we were then on our way back to Warsaw. Nice to actually hear a language somewhat familiar to our ears (Angela’s more than mine!), we also gained 2 more hours today (thanks to Daylight Savings & changing time zones) and had a lazy Sunday before even thinking of going back to work on Monday…
And no, unfortunately we didn’t find any blue cows, but did find an obsession with cats and frogs and have now turned Angela into a spa-seeker ...
Plush Bus, Yes?
... is a perfect example of a loving and supportive family, who have been living together from student days, with three children; he and his wife have been together during both the good times and the bad times." He speaks Russian, the language of Estonia’s biggest neighbor. And, he was in the Soviet Army.
So, there’s a quick one-sided glimpse (based on accounts from The Baltic Times) of politics in this region.
Now, for news from ...
Returning Home
... 8211; no hands of course. Each grape they ate, they had to call out a ‘sweet’ name for the other. Then there was the pot crushing, songs, and lastly the final walk into the hall.
Dinner was self service. Our tables were loaded up with potatoes, bbq’d chicken and meats, salads, and vegetables. We were also loaded up with alcohol. Several bottles of vodka, wiskey, and wine were left on the tables, and we were all given shot glasses – there was ...
A Riga con il naso all´insu´
... nei miei passi ogni tanto da qualche chicca, come il ristorante Felicita', di proprieta' di Al Bano, o la statua dedicata ai Musicanti di Brema, gli animali della fiaba che leggevo con tanto gusto da bambino.
Nel tragitto di ritorno ho cavallerescamente ceduto il mio posto a sedere ad un'anziana che in un buon francese mi ha ringraziato e poi raccontato la storia della sua vita.
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Let down and hanging around
... I purchased an orange juice and a brown-bread sandwich, although the brown cread was incredibly biscuit like, sort of like a strange, rum-flavoured cake. So I am out in the street, taking shelter in the rain with a group of russians smoking around me, eating this awful dinner and I'm soaked. It wasn't a great experience.
When I returned, I had another chat to Raj, an indian man in his thirties who was sharing my room. He was quite intelligent and was ...



