Riga, Tour Wima Rally 2017, day 7
We got up very late this time, maybe it was a little too late yesterday?
At about 7:00 am we lifted our legs out of bed for the first time. Afterwards, we calmly enjoyed the sumptuous breakfast buffet.
It was funny that Austrians, from a bus group, were also on site at the neighboring table, including a motorcyclist.
He was wondering, and so he did ask us, why we were driving here when the country seems so flat?
So far, the flat was not so bad, country and people have compensated this by far. And, the roads were not so straight and flat as feared. 😉
After this short talk, we made our way to the town centre again. We had already studied the travel guides extensively the day before and therefore we know exactly where we want to go today. In principle, the entire Old Town.
There is no ascent but only one single elevator, which is probably also from the Soviet era.
Stuffed up like sardines, he moves with us slowly between the upper floor of the church on, up to the tower.
It’s really warm and we run to a pastry shop to get some fluids and rest our tired feet. Strolling slowly over the paving stones is unusual and requires constant concentration to avoid stumbling.
During the day we will walk through the entire Old Town and a little more.
The old Guild buildings are great and the Dixie from Hot Express is even more stimulating.
Many small lanes and old buildings, all lovingly restored, invite you to take pictures and stay.
The ribbon plaids in Krynica Morska are still in good memory and so we start the search for blue, black and white ribbons, which we want to weave into our hair to enter Estonia according to the status.
On the way back we briefly stop at the main station and the shopping center and stock up on water and provisions for tomorrow.
When we get back to the hotel, the prominent parking lot right in front of the main entrance door is free , so we relocate our motorcycles there, to be faster on the way tomorrow.
Afterwards we stroll through the beautifully lit lanes again and crowds of people are still on the move.
The crowning finale is then a Russian motorcycle gang, mirroring all the clichés of Russian and gangs, alltogether.