I’m walking on sandy Ķīpsala River Beach, sipping a mojito. Calmly, waves arrive at the coast caressing the rocks. A cruise ship named Romance is slowly passing by. Children are laughing, playing and running around. Sunshine spills over the river. Half-naked, tanned bodies are chasing a ball. Lovers are talking, kissing and getting tipsy. Only Riga’s church towers and skyscrapers across the water stand still and silent. I’m happy or sad, who can tell. Is this a shot from a surreal movie, is this a fantasy? Just a moment ago I was fighting for my life avoiding the rushing cyclists on the Vanšu bridge, cars and buses storming both directions and now I’m here simply having a walk on the beach.
Daugava is a majestic river running through the city, blending the waters from far away to the east, no wonder it is called the river of destiny. I really enjoy my time the freshly made urban river beach. It is so easy to access and the view just blows my mind.
I’m not the only one; the beach is quite popular among Riga’s inhabitants. There is a children’s playground, football and volleyball field and, naturally, a cafe. It is my semi-island of great escape from the city within the city.
