Long, exotic, the journey comes to an end. It's time to revive with travels and it's very easily that I tackle my arrival in Latvia. After so much time to prepare and to think this project, I finally settle at Franks Packpackers Hostel in Old Riga. The view is amazing: it's a mixed of traditional and ecletic atmosphere, warming welcome and futhermore with an unobstructed view on the Daugava river, I totally forgot that I'm tired!Paris, grey light, miserable weather: summer showers and limited sun, airport security people arrogant and a long waiting before the departure make the begining unpleasant. I'm afraid with missing my connexion in Helsinki because of the delay but finally, everything is under control and it is only bad memories. Let it go: the hostesses with their singing finnish accent and the blue sea calm me down.
Half an hour in Helsinki and I catch a very small plane to cross the Baltic sea and reach Riga, my first step in Latvia. Here, hot sun, 30°c, blond and sun-tanned youth, imperceptible language, the exil is stark.
I reach the center by bus, observing this small country, from the suburbs to the center. I come step-by-step to river Daugava, also called "the river of Fate". This country is really green, blue and grey. The atmosphere is sultry, I walk around in some small streets, catching the heart of the city: nothing to compare to what I know. Only a Mac Donald's reminds me globalization. Otherwise, everything is different, from the terrace I can hear some traditional music mixed with famous tunes. The summer begins, either the adventures!
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