Latgale Trip V3 (720p – FHD)

The journey east is a slow revelation. First, the coniferous monotony of Vidzeme. Then, near Jēkabpils, the landscape begins to fold . Low hills. Birch trees stripped half-bare. And then – the lakes. They appear without warning: Cirišs, Rušons, and later, the sprawling majesty of Lubāns, Latvia’s largest lake, more a flooded plain than a proper body of water. The grandmother points: “Ūdens dvēsele” – water’s soul. By the time we pull into Rēzekne at 10:15, my notebook is already wet with dew from the open window.

A final detour to the remote village of on the shores of Lake Peipus (the border with Russia is 2 km east). This is an Old Believer community that fled Tsarist persecution in the 17th century. They do not use electricity on Sundays. They pray in a chapel with no windows. They bury their dead in unmarked graves facing east. latgale trip v3

Later, a swim. October water is bracing, but Latgalians believe every lake has a ūdensmāte – a water mother – who heals joint pain. I emerge shivering, convinced my knees are younger. Placebo or magic? In Latgale, the distinction is irrelevant. The journey east is a slow revelation