Today finds me entering the harbor of Riga with its skyline of church spires and bridges. No one is in the terminal and I am unaware I am an illegal alien without a Visa. I ride a bus to city center,and walk to my little B&B Hotel Circus.
Not much English but I understand the landlady wants my Visa; she understands I don’t have one. But, I get my little room. Almost a cell and like being locked in, reminding me Latvia was Communist not long ago. I immediately walked to the old city square….”
