No matter, I was on holiday and had not a care in the world. Where was I going on that glorious Friday? You may well ask dear reader, for I was in fact going to Riga, Latvia which some called the jewel in the Baltic crown. It also had a dubious honour of being the prime location for many a drunken stag do or birthday celebration.
We had our first drink of the holiday underneath the majestic gaze of St. Peter’s Basilica in a well-appointed bar basking underneath the warm evening sun as a light breeze blew in from the Baltic. As cool glass of refreshing Lacplesis was washed down with a generous shot of the city’s hideous local gutrot... Black Balzams.