The owner is called Christina, she speaks impeccable English (she had been married to an Englishman), her daughter showed us to our pitch, she actually said take your pick as we were the only ones on the site, it is on a meadow right on the lake, it has a sauna, volley ball court, a swimming beach and rowing boats for fishing. This was paradise.
She warned us that this evening it may be a little loud as there was a party coming, it was a group of International Military Archaeologist’s including 4 British ones, they are doing a dig on a WW2 battle site.
We slept soundly, the soldiers didn’t keep us awake but they must have enjoyed themselves as the Sauna had been used and the wooden tables full with empty booze bottles. Next morning Linda went first to the shower, saying it is very misty, I got up and went out, you couldn’t see across the lake, but as the sun rose in the sky, you could see the mist dissipating with every passing second. Soon it was gone and it was another wonderful day, not a cloud in the sky.
Adjacent to the meadow the owners have a small orchard and a garden with everything that you would ever require in the way of vegetables, broad beans, peas, leeks, onions, cabbages, potatoes, cannabis (yes that’s right).
The Road to Riga
We got our pitch, the camper levelled and connected, Sat-dish lined up and off we went into town, we asked at reception about the busses into town, but on reaching the bus stop saw that it was quicker to walk, the old town, where we were heading was just across the bridge (still showing signs of a previous owner ).
Linda had been in touch with our friend Martin who was (or had been) a frequent visitor to Riga, he had given her a list of must to see places, but we first wanted to visit Riga’s much vaunted market halls, we walked along the wonderful riverside promenade until we reached them , or at least got opposite them, but do you thing that the city planners of Riga are more astute than any other, no the same silly buggers do the planning in all town halls throughout the world, we had to go about 1km back until we found and underpass to allow us to get to the otherside of the road.
We at last got to these 5 interlinked hanger sized buildings, the first we entered was the meat market, absolutely amazing, passing across an adjoining open square full with vegetables, fruit and flowers, we then came into another hall full with dairy products, butter, cheeses , vats of yoghurts, curds nothing was missing and a lot more than I didn’t recognise. The nest hall was full of nick-knack and bric-a-brac, the next hall was unfortunately closed for renovation and this was the one we really wanted as it was the food eatery hall. We next went to the wonderful fish market hall, you name it they had it, I am a fisherman (angler) and have been all of my life, I have fished all over the world, but there were fish her that I have never seen.
We then visited a few more places that Martin had suggested.
We decided it was time to head back to the RV site and though weary we walked retracing our way until we reached the bridge that crosses the Daugava River and then to our campsite.