Welcome to Travel Notes & Beyond, a collection of travel stories, photos, personal opinions and the occasional rants and raves. This is a place where you can learn about beautiful destinations, culture, history, food and the common thread that weaves them together. Hi, I am Anda – a Romanian-born award-winning travel writer and, Read More
Location, location, location. Set in an Art Nouveau-style building dating from 1884, Rixwell Centra is a budget hotel right in the middle of Old Town Riga, within walking distance from all the attractions. Its proximity to a big shopping mall, museums, great restaurants, pubs and live music bars, make Rixwell Centra a great choice for a visit to Riga.
The hotel is easy accessible from the airport (about 20 minutes by car) as well as the train station (10 minutes walk). You can also walk to the river cruises to almost anything you want to see in downtown Riga. Read More
My guest for this month’s “Travel Bloggers Interviews” series is Michelle, the editor, writer and photographer of “Michwanderlust,” a travel record of her adventures.
I’m Michelle, born and raised in the tiny island nation of Singapore. I’m a lawyer by profession and a certified EFL teacher with a passion for travelling, especially adventure travel. Horseback riding and diving are two of my favourite things and I try to fit in at least one of them whenever I travel. It’s really expensive to ride in Singapore and there isn’t much diving to speak of, so I really treasure the opportunities to do so on my travels. Read More
Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. A paraphrase of George Santayana’s quote: “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it”
Some wounds should probably remain open forever so that people can never forget. This was my first thought as I opened the small wooden door of the Corner House – the headquarters of the KGB secret police in Riga, also known as Cheka. The imposing structure on the corner of Brivibas and Stabu streets seems just like any other art nouveau building in the neighborhood. It could be an apartment house, or an office building, or anything else.
The small waiting room with a single row of empty chairs on the right has an allure of abandonment. “Can I help you?” asks a faint voice that seems to come from nowhere. As I look around I notice a middle age woman behind a window in the left corner of the room. “I’m a travel journalist,” I repliy pulling out my press card. “I’m here to visit the KGB Museum. Is this the one?” I ask, not sure I am in the right place. “Yes, the guided tour starts at 10:30, but you can visit the display boards in the entrance area until then. That exhibit is free” the woman replies and closes the window abruptly, as if she has nothing else to say. So I continue through a small corridor towards the display boards. Read More