Thursday, 23 July 2009

It Was the Coming of the Black Shuck...well Shucks

Riga is famous for a Black cat, well two really.

Legend has it that an old crazy man, versed in the metallurgic arts, was denied entry into either of Riga's merchants guilds (Named Big and Small respectively). In order to gain the entry he so dearly craved he fashioned to huge Black Cats out of iron. They had their back arched aggressively and sat on top of his house, were pointed directly at one guild each. The Guilds became bizarrely overly offended and granted him entry on the condition that the cats were turned to face another direction. This one done and now a yellow steak house has two cats on its roof that I'm sure they have no idea what to do with.

Legend over.

We are in Riga.

We are English.

We Drink.

The God of Stereotypes is appeased.

It easy to drink in Riga, if you go to the right places it can be about 90p a beer. Done. Its in a plastic glass like but maybe Haworth phoned ahead and said we were coming.

The days in Riga are a collection of museums, sandwiches that ultimatly involve cheese and pepporoni, and beer. Of course we have found another Milk Bar. My transformation in Alex is almost complete. From this milk bar I did actually purchase some milk, only to find that it was sour yogurt in a glass. Fucksticks. Anyway the food is good, cheap and priced by the Kg.

Event of Note = Market.

There is a market in Riga. It lurks behind the station, sweating and festering, it eats only Latvian produce old tramp ladies and backpackers foolish enough to go near the old ladies. It is comprised of five huts dedicated to Fruit & Veg, Fish, Meat, Cloth and something else that escapeds me. These huts, a tour guide relaiably informes us on our second visit, are roofed by old WWI german Zeplin hanger roofs. The Latvians had quietly confiscated these after the war. The tour guoide also showed us another market that sells old Communist and Nazi stuff, unfortunatly we couldn't go round it. Fucksticks MKII.

Expect some more on Riga and a bit on a mozzy infected national park soom.

Stay Tuned Kids...

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