The beginning of our epic journey wasn't very good. We arrived in Riga grumpy. As grumpy as you could imagine us possibly be, and wandered around Riga in a daze. We were probably too tired to admire its beauty, but walked because we felt we had to. So in our first day, we went to the House of Blackheads and the Occupation Museum, but we were really really tired. We were so tired that we gave up and returned to our hostel, falling asleep at 5 pm in our hostel.
2nd Day
The second day was much better. We woke up bright and early and cheerful (though HZ and I later went back to sleep till eleven =))
Anyway, we went to Riga's Central Market, where there was food, fruits, and flowers galore.
Went to the Bastejalns
Freedom Monument, affectionately called 'Milda' by the locals.
Peeves:
It's not a peeve, but I'm not entirely sure people are supposed to read this much while on holiday with other people.
Raves:
The locals were really polite and friendly and patient. The cars on the street were really courteous and did not horn at us (sigh londoners) jaywalking across the street. The shop keepers and waitresses were also really patient, explaining to us over and over again what the different kinds of food were, and where to go to. I was really impressed, because this is so different from brusque and efficient Singapore, or generally reserved London.
Impression: quiet, friendly
Not the vibrancy of a big city, but retains its old world charm and friendliness
Next stop: Moscow
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