What day is it again?!
Trip Start Jun 19, 2007
13Trip End Jul 21, 2007
I'd got the days mixed up. We actually had an extra day in Latvia . Not a problem, except the hostel was full and the country cottage paid for. I thought about going back to Sigunda, but we ended up staying in Riga . So much for my calendar and schedule - it was correct but I was relying on memory. Won't do it again.
Saturday was a total write off with everyone in a testy mood. Happens on every trip. Rosa got her first decent smack off me in six weeks when she lost it during a visit to Riga's Mezapark -
we'd run out of cash and then ran into a full on fun park and fair
nothing else. She wasn't impressed. Jo and I were happy the day was over and
commiserated by eating big at Lidos.
Thankfully our last full day in Riga was fantastic.
We went to Jurmala along the coast and got into the Baltic Sea . It was cold and murky. There were loads of people along the beach enjoying the sun, beer hall, bouncing castles and beach volleyball but I only counted six people in total in the water!
Jurmala is a bit like Melbourne 's Mornington Peninsular, with a particular focus on Rosebud and Rye : holiday houses, fun fairs, beer halls and souvenir stands dot the 20km stretch of sand.
We ended up in the Aquapark and went hell for leather for two hours on all the water slides we could manage. The park is mercilessly indoors (it rained most of the day) and has some absolutely awesome waterslides. I went on the "red" slide first and I actually thought I wasn't
going to make it out - six seconds down a very, very fast slide
Rosa and Jo spent most the time in the wave pool or Pirate's Ship with kid's water slide, but I did manage to convince them to go with me in a giant inner tube down a, what I thought was, a fairly tame slide. Trouble was I went down backwards and Jo panicked. It threatened to tip
once or twice and I could see Josefa visibly terrified. "I hate you Adam!" she cried - and she actually meant it. This set off Rosa, who almost cried. But we made it out alive.
My crowning glory was breaking six seconds on the red slide. It gave me an awesome wedgie, but I was happy to make 5.8 seconds. I probably shouldn't have worn boardshorts - Latvians generally were speedos or skin tight bathers. I'm surprised they let me in.
It was a great finish to our week in Latvia . I managed to even get a bowl of bright pink cold beetroot soup in - far better than I expected, peppered with boiled egg and herbs.
We left in a hurry after missing our airport bus, but I'll remember Latvia for its Old Town , its beer, the waterslides and the short skirts.