Eventually we found a Starbucks/Costa lookalike which we settled for out of pure desperation, and the fact I was ready to eat my own shoe. We ordered the best hot chocs ever, so far so good, and I decided to go for a burger and chips. Normally when one orders a 'cheese burger' one might expect a bun filled with a round piece of beef, a layer of processed cheese and some salady stuff. Well not in Riga! When my 'burger' arrived it contained a golden fillet-type specimen where the meat would normally be. On closer inspection (was this fish? chicken?) and some cautious tasting, I discovered it was literally a wedge of deep-fried cheese! In a bun! Needless to say I ate the whole thing without much complaint, but really, Latvia, what are you thinking!?
Another highlight of the trip was the boat's 'entertainment' (apologies for the number of inverted commas, they're necessary). A band was playing well-known tunes to a deserted dance floor whilst John and I played 4-in-a-row. I made the mistake of saying "I dare you to go and dance"...which he promptly did, on his own, in front of most of the passengers on the boat! I was ready with the camera, but not so ready for him grabbing me and dragging me onto the dance floor of doom...dear...god. Well, in the face of embarassment sometimes you just have to smile and go with it, so we boogied away showing no shame! Well...almost no shame :).
J strutting his stuff