Worn out Riga

I enjoyed my morning on the beach so didnt leave till after lunch, it was a beautiful day and the beach was filling up of sun worshipers and i was heading to the city with some intrepidation. The outskirts of the city were in decay yet the houses were still lived in its still home i guess.

  Time to find a youth hostel and the only decent one could not home by bike' so it was riga camping except that had been closed due to lack of punters. I found a piece of rough site and set up. I was tired and asleep by 1030.I awoke to the sound of shouting, and popped my head out, I could make out in the early morning sun that a woman was being attacked i ran up and got into a brawl 2 min later the police turn up excellent,hang on what are you doing,im handcuffed with the others and talked too in Lavian, no english, the girl gone.4 hrs later im released with a 50 pound fine. I find my way back to my tent expecting it to be gone there is a God all ok and my bike too.Its 6 in the morning and the city is waking up i need to pack up too. I think I'll stick to towns and villages and beaches!