Riga was rocking

Riga was rocking – the steak houses were enveloped in clouds of steam that were an olfactory delight. The old town square was buzzing with happiness because the weather was fantastic and the sun was warm. Bands played in open air café’s where bartenders pulled at draught handles as if they were slot machine levers and the filled up pint after pint.  It felt good to be amongst all this revelry.   Especially since the days were spent riding beautiful motorcycles through stunning scenery.    I had....