Riga Through A Hailstorm: On The Reporter’s Red-Eye Life

Thursday, 16 July It’s the first time I’ve heard an entire airplane applaud a safe landing, and I’m sure I didn’t sleep through any turbulence. After an early flight out of Edinburgh and over five hours in London’s wifi-less Luton Airport, what I’m convinced is hell’s mop closet, I’m safely in Riga, Latvia, ready toContinue reading “Riga Through A Hailstorm: On The Reporter’s Red-Eye Life”