So the 4 nights in Riga have passed.
And I'm proud to say we were drunk from the time we lifted off from Trondheim on Monday until we arrived back this Friday.
It didn't exactly get off to a great start.
Well... It was fun, but we lost a guy.
Fortunately we found him again before we headed to club.
We found out there were no people there, so we got the brilliant idea of heading next door to a shabby looking pub/club.
Drunk as we were we got talking to some decent looking women, well the only women in the club.
This one girl asked my mate to buy them a bottle of wine.
Well, that was the beginning of the end of that night.
He drank the wine, I got a sip and we though it was great.
We knew it was a pretty cheap wine, so we had no issues with that.
It wasn't until we had to pay our bill that we realized how fucking shitty that hole was.
In Norway the bottle costs about €10.
At that club we had to pay... wait for it... €250
That's right! And if we hadn't paid, I'm sure we wouldn't have had all our limbs in the right places.
So after all that fun two of us decided to head back immediately, not including me, so we kept talking to these girls.
After all, when you pay €250 for a bottle of wine, you have to finish it.
So I was talking to one of the girls, but my drunk mind convinced me that she was in on the scam.
I really don't think she was now, but I was 100% sure right there.
And when she asked for my number I pulled the old switcharoo and left the place immediately.
That was the second mistake of the night.
I got into a white taxi.
Now, all the state owned and more secure taxis are red.
And I was alone.
After driving for a short while the taxi driver started asking me if I wanted some company tonight.
I thought to myself: "What? I'm not gay"
I said: "Nooooooo"
"You not want girls?" he said.
I brightened up a bit, but I'm not the biggest fan of prostitution either, as both my left and right hand can do that job to a decent standard, and I know I like myself.
As we closed in on the hotel I just threw some money, way too much money, at the guy and ran.
And as if this city hadn't fucked me over enough that night, I woke up with the biggest headache ever and had to throw up 15 times before it calmed down and I could restart project drunk Latvia.
PS: If you're ever in Latvia, never visit the shit hole next to Roxy.