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... good in fact. After eating to settled back and rested. This was a fast train, the carriage indicator showed at times reaching 175kmh.
We arrived in Vienna on schedule at 7.30pm. It was dark of course and very, very cold!
Luckily we had our scarves and head gear at the ready. The taxi stand was just outside the station and twenty minutes later we arrived at our hotel, positioned in the city centre, aptly named Hotel City Central.
We are preparing to leave Vienna tonight on a 15 hour bus ride to Rome, and then from there on to Naples (holy ****, what even is my life right now?), and I feel the need to leave with some random musings about this place (plus these are thoughts I had that didn't fit anywhere else). So here I go: 1). Other cities should aspire to be as clean as Vienna, very little trash (despite the lack of obvious trash cans around), and no stinky 'city' smell. 2). Kids speaking in ...
... 8217;t have to walk too far to see this, we spent the day in the Albertina gallery taking in Monet and Picasso, followed by a walk round town visiting the Volksgarten, cathedral etc and generally wandering round the pretty streets, and of course sampling the beer and wine.
The train journey from Munich via Salzburg was really scenic, hoping for some similar great views today on route to Budapest!
... coffee and headed out to the Kunsthistorisches Museum, just a few blocks from our hotel. It was an incredible building, in a plaza and faced by the Natural History Museum- the two buildings formed a mirror image of each other across the plaza. It must have been a palace of some sorts- it was incredibly ornate with marble and gold leaf covering ever square inch. The museum had a great collection of Spanish, Italian, French, Flemish and German paintings, as well as an incredibly ...
... to buy the next round of drinks we went to the backpacker bar, and he would hate the fact that he didn’t get to meet Arnold. As if they hadn’t gotten enough unwanted attention from the Turks, a drunk local came over and started hitting on the Canadian girls, Amy in particular. I don’t know his real name, but we called him Arnold. Despite making it obvious that his advances were not welcome he seemed pretty intent and continued to persist. Every ...