G-Force pampered this sweet unemployed dollface and took me to Riga, all expenses on her. I just had to deliver my taste in fashion and my photography skills. Generous deal (thanks, G).
This is a story of our trip to the south.
I have taken fair amount of bus-trips to Riga,
however one cannot get over the fear of a moving toilet seat.
Far worse than on a plane, a lot more at the mercy of gravity:
Business seats,
because we unemployed:
Spoiler alert: look at this all white salon and guess the main goal of our trip:
We be dressin' up,
we be lovin' it:
Look at this fucking Disney princess
living happily ever after:
So many sins that white is not my colour:
As dress hunting was efficient and faster than anticipated,
we needed some &Other Stories:
Found the fastest gun in Texas:
Remembering the times I still had valid staff discount in this store.
Oh, the times we had:
The wedding dress
did not cause any stress:
Act like you bought diamonds,
not socks:
Shoyu ramen = 10/10
Hungry little bus tourists:
We wandered around the town, didn't find a suitable place and ended up back at our hotel.
20 000 steps = crème brûlée, biscuit selection and baked French cheese.
WE WENT ALL OUT:
This is my new favourite drink:
Hotel mirror selfies always hit the right spot:
She found what she was looking for
and she slept well. She good:
Okay, let's be honest.
Magnifying mirror beats any Instagram filter:
Size 36 (or even 35) vs size 41.
Wind affects us differently:
Duck face is so last century,
but we embrace the past:
Kids and boyfriends are in a land far-far away:
TKG viieliste ekskurss:
Checking out and logging off:
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