By the sunrise, Scott was so disturbed by the depressing town that we skipped the pancakes and left right after finishing the packing. We visited the Hill of Crosses and started our way towards Riga, in the hope of having some breakfast on the way. In a roadside bar we managed to get some coffee and eggs. Scott, who was still dumbfounded by the pearls of the sovjet architecture, asked, if we could skip Riga and drive right home. Especially considering that the restaurant we planned to eat in, is closed on Sundays. We couldn't skip Riga completely, because we had to pick up a package from a local shipping company. We followed the map and it brought us to a five-story building, filled with different businesses. None of which seemed to be open on Sunday, but I still decided to make sure. Main door was open and stepping into the dim lobby I was greeted by a renovation from 1985 and a little table in the corner, covered with a white table cloth and little ghetto blaster playing pop songs from the 80ies. As an added bonus, you could make yourself a coffee or tea and disinfect your hands. The logistic unit I needed, was on the second floor and to my surprise, even that door wasn't closed. However, all the doors that I needed, were closed. Next to the directors room, there was another disinfectant. Walked back to the car and informed Scott, who needed a toilet break for the last half an hour that there's a restroom on the second floor, door wide open. Like back in the times in my elementary school. Sovjet students had nothing to hide!
We had already figured out that skipping Riga means we can have lunch in Ainaži and that's what we did. We ordered bruschettas, tomato soup, Caesar salad, salmon tartar and crispy chicken. Everything they served was eaten and finished and we were looking for the waiter to pay, when the kitchen sent us a message that it's not going to take much longer with our tomato soup...
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