This is what Jūrmala beach is supposed to look like:
Not this:
I am so tired of these MMA punters on the beach. It gets worse every year. Earlier it was about 30 of them with their fake guns, rubber knives and wooden clubs. That's why I fled from the Majori/Bulduri stretch of beach. Because between the psycho soccer players who think they own everything down to the water line and the survivalists it was impossible to enjoy the beach, never mind New Wave music festival. So I went to Lielupē which now looks like it's going to get nasty as well. Especially because of the Billionaires Club!
Between the Young Pioneer offshoots sponsored by Russia, the Russian sportsmen and outside moneyed interests looking to draw some more of that Russian money I don't know why I left Moscow!
Oh yes, I forgot. No beach in Moscow.
At least the beach is huge here. Good for a few more years I figure. Then I'll have to leave Latvia for sure.
PS: as a humorous aside I am reminded of a character I knew during my rig pig days in GP, AB Canada who trained heavily in all sorts of esoteric MMA stuff. He particularly liked the Steven Seagal hand weaving BS which would baffle me after my second beer but the local Barney just grabbed him by the back of the neck and held his forehead to the table while he finished his beer, adroitly avoiding the flailing arms. That's pretty much my view of most martial arts.
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