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
Camping alone,
but never quietly.
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
Latest field note
WRONGTURN
Ārpus telts
Beyond the Tent
Solo journeys and quiet places beyond Latvian campsites.
BRUGES04:00
Bruges before dawn: two hours alone in a sleeping city.
An 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
Campsite reports
Rated for peace, facilities, scenery and the general absence of fuckery.
Field note03Miera Osta
A pine-forest favourite by the Baltic: peaceful on most stays, glorious sunsets and a few practical quirks worth knowing.
Field note02Plaucaki
A small, fenced pine-forest campsite with respectful guests, kind owners and the Baltic Sea only a five-minute walk away.
Field note01Ezermaļi
Stunning lakeside pitches, clear water and unbeatable value. Sadly, the quiet-hours promise did not match my two-night experience.
FIRE LITFEET UP
Hello from inside the tent
I’m Eva.
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 ⛺