Another late post…but better late than never (it’s really hard to keep up with things done here…) (note to everyone who’s maybe reading these posts from time to time: dudes, i know it’s boring to post about my erasmus thing and yes, i could put the photos on flickr and not crowd them here, but… it’s MA blog and i’m not in the “blogosphere”-zone so i don’t give a pinky’s tail. anyway, i would like to thank all my fans and the mighty internet for ….”bla-bla, bla-bla-bla” end of Baginski quote).

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We had this “ski holiday”. Don’t know exactly what it’s for and I didn’t actually ask because i was too ecstatic, but everyone has a week off and they go skiing or something. We hadn’t actually planned for it back home, but here all the russians left home and we were all alone and sad (naaa…just messing with you) and so we decided to go somewhere. We called friend RyanAir cause he was having some smokin’ offers then and checked them out. Amsterdam was our first choice (for green obvious reasons ), but…we had no dinero for that. Ok… next for me only was London, but… I had already seen it 4 times or so and i had no intention of being all searched again and having to pay extra for my backpack. Ta-ta-ta (drums and stuff): Riga. Capital of Latvia (Letonia). It was “close” and a lot in our budget range. To be honest, none of us had any idea about it. We assumed there would be cheap…everything. The trip was basically like this: stop to Tampere (6h here) and then Riga (2 days). I’m not going to say more about it, I’ll let the photos speak for themselves. This is just another “remember this” post What were really the “highlights” of the trip (we are all 20 so don’t ask us to be wise/sober/serious or anything…):

- my husband “Popeye the Sailorman”! yes, yes i know i am kaunis nainen…of course!
- monkey in a tu-tu; Boscoshka, sorry, but you will always be my little bean-eater-monkey
- ok, this one is a tough one: that thing you do when you show 2 electrons touching. something like: tzrrr!!tzrr!!! anyway, Bosco you know what i mean the thing with blonde brains… (and with mine when i’m tired)
- Asterix
- “yes, but she is a lesbian” :))
- Black Cat Kamikaze (i will return with the ingredients from Gatien)
- B52
- F-16 (oi, oi, oi…)
- “don’t worry, i can rape you whenever i want” (insider joke, it’s not a bad thing in any way chill)
- belgian pub
- “but i want to see the black cat house!!!”
- cheap kebab
- alarmaaaaaaaa!!!!!! p*la meeeeee!!!! (belgian accent, they just caught this we didn’t teach them, cross my heart!)
- super-dezgustator!
- a certain wall in a certain toilet… (shit, this is starting to sound really… dirrrrty, but it ain’t)
- a certain “get the fuck away from there, you’re scaring the clients”
- “this city c’est merde…” (on Tampere)
- Smakkelijk! (dutch for bon appetit) (you read it: smacalac) (it’s soooooooooo funny, for me at least)
what more, what more…mmm…
- aa… Taverna: great traditional latvian food (cannabis sandwich on the menu…yes…i know…)
- magic leg
- amaretto…di amore
- “rares, stop that!”
I guess that’s all…guys if you remember anything just let me know.

And now the photos:

Tampere - it really has a cold feeling to it…very industrial and not that many places to see

This is for you Bjorn

Asterix and Boscoshka. Yes, we do have a talent in finding a good pub everywhere

petit tapette…

I hate this picture…but it is funny

RyanAir!!!!! I slept like a little sedated monkey in a tu-tu (my hair was having a “nice” day again).

Riga… the City Hall

The Powder Tower. we were up there

THE Black cat! This building has 2 black cats above it and it’s the symbol of Riga. If you just follow it through the city (in sight i mean) you’ll get to it and right at the first floor there is the nicest bar ever!!! (photos later on)

Belgian Pub (since half of the “team” was belgian…) the greatest beer, guys! (pt romani: in Bucuresti: La Belle Epoque)

i got this on-the-house at the belgian pub cause it was the 8th of March and because i’m me

Black Cat Bar. Fan-bloody-tastic!!! Remember: Heidi Totalement défonçé!!! What happens in Riga stays in Riga

and… finally..my husband: Popeye

that’s all folks! that was Riga. I looooooooooooooooooooooved it!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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