Taste of the Baltic – part three

Monday

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! It’s Catherine’s birthday!!

Feeling the need for a birthday breakfast, we ambled along in characteristic style through the streets of Old Riga and found nothing. Wanting a light bite, we settled on the ubiquitous Double Coffee, which can be found on every corner of the city. Think Starbucks but with garlic. Because yes, our little bulbous friend was to reappear, smeared all over our scrambled eggs. Foiled by the lack of bacon, we had been forced to order eggs with ‘weiners’, which came with lashings of creamy garlic sauce cascading over a mountainous cone of scrambled egg. Curious.

Taste of the Baltic – part two

Sunday 

Determined not to succumb to the cheap beer as early as on the previous day we thought the best plan would be to try and see some of the sights early on. Also most of Riga’s museums don’t open on a Monday, so this was our one and only chance to see the sights. This pressure weighing firmly on our shoulders, we emerged from the hostel at about midday after a drowsy hour and a half to dress ourselves.

Taste of the Baltic – part one

Saturday 

Boarding our luxury RyanAir flight FR9607 at the ungodly early hours of the morning, memories are a little hazy of the early moments of our Latvian adventure. Let us introduce the protagonists of our little Baltic tale (in alphabetical order): Catherine – the soon-to-be 22 year old whose birthday this trip was masqueraded (and who was on a quest to find her Eastern European roots), Martina – a giddy already 22 year old who was soon to be sick all over the RyanAir upholstery, Paddy – a man so bold he wore two pairs of trousers every day and Sarah – a big-eyed, buxom blonde fresh from the pages of the Daily Star.