August 12 - Ljubljana to Vienna

The Mont and I made an early start - springing out of bed shortly after 7 so as to grab some brekkie at the hostel and then get to the train station on time for our 8:05 train to Vienna. The train trip itself was very uneventful with both of us taking the chance to completely switch off and watch some movies on our computers.

Some 6 hours later, we arrived in Vienna and had little trouble jumping on the metro and finding our way to the hostel. This represented a significant break from the norm in that normally we arrive in cities with no idea where the hostel we are staying in is, let alone how to get there. Our first task once we had checked in was to jump online and find out whereabouts the Olympus store was so that I could go and get my supposed unbreakable, by quite clearly broken, camera fixed. So we looked it up on google, grabbed all the necessary paperwork and headed off to find it. It was only once we got moving that I realised that I actually had the wrong pieces of paper and that going to the store would be a waste of time.

Accordingly, we abondoned the plan of going to the Olympus store and instead headed into downtown Vienna to have a wander around. To be honest, there wasn't a great deal to see. There were plenty of grand old buildings but after having spent the past 2 months surrounded by grand olf buildings we weren't exactly awestruck. What we were significantly more excited about was the prospect of schnitzel, so we decided to head for an early dinner at a restaurant recommended by the hostel and we were not disappointed with two oif the world's biggest plates being placed in front of us, absolutely piled with chips and schnitzel. Working our way through these monsters was no small feat of gastronomical endurance but we managed to do so with the help of a couple of steins of delicious Austrian beer.

Our hungers well and truly sated, we headed back to the hostel to have a couple more beers, play some cards and see where the night would take us. Before long we had met a huge number of people at the hostel and were playing uno with a bunch of Dutch girls and Turckish guys (one of whom bizarrely told me that I look like Christiano Ronaldo). Despite our plans to head out into town, we were having too much fun a the hostel so wound up not going anywhere but still had a ripper of a night.

Still Blazin'

Jez