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... page, which during the month of October almost exclusively talked about packaging. It's funny how you initially struggle to find enough content, and finally discover that this small little issue has so many angles (plastic soup in the oceans, European legislation on plastic bags, zero waste fanatics) that you're afraid you're tiring out your readers with your stupid #maisbergs hashtag.
And, of course, we had to get out of our comfort ...
... But the people who are still in Latvia are either enjoying themselves thoroughly, or they are very good at solving their own problems instead of saving them up in order to complain about them during a training session.
Our original On-Arrival group has thinned out quite a bit by now. Marie and Stas are leaving Rīga at the end of the month, so it was just Luís, Antonio, Anna and me - and a whole bunch of new friendly faces. Another familiar ...
... 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 ...
... saw you dribble with your left hand!"
Janny *apologetically*: "I said that in korfball we're not allowed to bounce the ball! I never said I couldn't do it..."
By day three I was getting completely claustrophobic being locked in the big house with no windows and 10 hung-over volunteers, so I just explored some more of Rujiena on my own, and actually found Antonia's place of work: the local senior's center.
... children either went to bed or home, so we were left with a cozy group of about 50 people, singing, eating and drinking (no alcohol!!) around the fire. At various times, some official business had to be dealt with - something with men holding torches and lighting a fire to the East so the sun knows where to go. Around three, as the sky actually already started getting light, a beautiful girl with a kokle (harp) and a dreamy voice sang us all ...