Kolonna Hotel Cesis
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Kids activities or Babysitting
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... colonial fashion they thought the local population looked like the Wends from the south Baltic coast in what is now Germany (totally no relation. Just like Native Americans were called Indians by Europeans), and so named the town they founded Wenden. The town only regained its original name of Cesis (pronounced "tsay-sis") when Latvia gained independence in 1991.
After being dropped at the bus stop, I checked in at the Hotel Katrina. There weren't any ...
... new every day..
And so we raced from beautifully overgrown church ruins to picturesque hill-side graveyards to the highest hill of Latvia (Gaizinkalns) to stately manors to a nice refreshing lake to ....
When we reached the lake, we (Regīna, Santa, Anna and I) were pretty much done with sitting in a car all day, so we decided to give up on winning the competition and went for a tremendously relaxing swim in the cool lake.
... my confusion.) Then we crossed into Latvia. After we passed an abandoned and derelict border post, the road deteriorated markedly. In places it looked like a patchwork quilt of repaired potholes. The speed limit, according to TomTom, varied for no apparent reason. At least the Latvians don't seem to be able to afford speed cameras. The countryside and the villages looked much poorer and remnants of the Soviet era seemed much more prevalent. There were also an extremely high number ...
... and don't want the big city, Kuldiga might be our town of choice. It's full of nice wooden buildings, it is not yet completely renovated and there are hardly any architectural sins: no big Soviet apartment blocks, no factories in the city center, not to many empty spaces with garbage or ruins of houses. The opposite: there were nice parks, some rivers, charming streets and squares. Really very nice and looking very at ease ...
... the last people waiting.
I have never been so pleased to be treated that rudely. We had done it, In Riga, a city famous for its stag scene, we had found a bar with absolutely no tourists besides ourselves - a genuinely fashionable and young local bar playing great music and serving cheap drinks. We headed to the dance floor to win over the crowd with out now routine display and, by the time we left at 4.30, I could swear the bartender smiled at me.