WRONGTURN
Sand caves, mosquitoes and emergency olives.
Riežupe opened late, Kuldīga was full, the stairs disappeared—and somehow the revised day was rather lovely.
Read the field note ↗One woman · one tent · all of Latvia
Honest field notes from Latvia’s forests, beaches and occasionally questionable campsites. No matching beige equipment. No pretending the mosquitoes are magical.
Somewhere west of Riga
56.9° N · very much offline
Beyond the tent
WRONGRiežupe opened late, Kuldīga was full, the stairs disappeared—and somehow the revised day was rather lovely.
Read the field note ↗Ārpus telts
Solo journeys and quiet places beyond Latvian campsites.
BRUGESAn offensive 4 a.m. alarm, black canals, one possibly haunted courtyard and the rare pleasure of having the old town almost entirely to myself.
Read the story ↗Tried, tested & slept in
Rated for peace, facilities, scenery and the general absence of fuckery.
Field note03A pine-forest favourite by the Baltic: peaceful on most stays, glorious sunsets and a few practical quirks worth knowing.
Field note02A small, fenced pine-forest campsite with respectful guests, kind owners and the Baltic Sea only a five-minute walk away.
Field note01Stunning lakeside pitches, clear water and unbeatable value. Sadly, the quiet-hours promise did not match my two-night experience.
FIRE LITHello from inside the tent
Teacher on weekdays, solitary little forest creature whenever Latvia gives me a dry weekend.
I started camping solo because waiting for someone else to be free is a terrible way to see your own country. I write the useful bits I wish I could find before I leave: prices, roads, facilities, safety, what I packed, and whether the neighbours were fuckers.
Come for the practical notes. Stay for the bread, the hammocks and the increasingly elaborate camp dinners.
Eva ⛺