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Journal shankar2k's Journal: Memories of Latvia

Before I embark on my next great journey, I want to pause and reflect on the neat little things I want to remember from my trip to Latvia. In no particular order ...
  • Jumping over the fire during Ligo to prove my virility.
  • Learning random Latvian polkas and other dances.
  • Beer being sold in 2-liter bottles and costing about a quarter.
  • Teaching a Spaniard how to salsa (because you remember 90% of what you teach).
  • Getting drunk in a bar in Lithuania called "Play Club" that is the size of my closet.
  • Swimming in an ice-cold lake during Ligo, and actually enjoying it.
  • Drinking a beer while on a ride from Vaive to Riga (you can't do that in America).
  • Being made fun of because I brought a Pullman suitcase to the Ligo festival.
  • Having a conversation with a German girl of Vietnamese descent (who now lives in Scotland) about the proper term for a person whose nationality differs from their ethnicity (2nd generation doesn't quite seem right).
  • Trying to mack on this random Latvian girl by being "nice", all the while oblivious that she had a reputation for mooching off "nice" guys.
  • Being the only brown person for at least two hundred miles in every direction.
  • Witnessing a big van receiving it's 18th birthday gift: A nice wash and a new paint job, given by girls in bikinis (Wouldn't any guy love that gift?)
  • Sleeping in a barn full of hay.
  • Being told that I was "the sketchiest person they ever met", by the clerk at the Argonaut hostel.
  • Waking up at seven in the evening, and seeing the blue sky bright as day (It only gets dark after 11:30pm in Latvia).
  • Meeting an actual sales rep for Marlboro in Lithuania, who when asked if I should be smoking, shook his head and smiled.
  • Babbling incoherently to myself as I walked the streets of Riga, by myself and completely lost.
  • Discussing the strengths of the post-medieval Swedish military while I was panicking in the Argonaut Hostel.
  • Hearing Perry's sweet voice on the cell phone in the midst of my nervous breakdown.
  • Finding myself on a bus filled with smiling Lithuanians, none of whom spoke a word of English (They were very helpful in finding the hotel in Lithuania).
  • Spending an extra four days in Essex, UK, with my uncle Raj and his family because of my misadventures in the Baltics.
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