I always thought most Brits heading for Riga, were a/ male b/ in rowdy groups and c/ intent on stag-partying till dawn. The reality? Exactly that! But they were a civilised bunch on the plane out at least, despite odd kit, assorted antlers, headbands etc. Latvian passport control didn’t turn a hair at a bloke in satin hot-pants and “ping pong champ” t-shirt – they’re obviously used to it and in fact their failing economy welcomes it.