Trip Start Jul 31, 2007
30Trip End Sep 05, 2007
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So I headed out to get away from the place, walking down the riverside towards the old city area, which certainly looked pretty with the mountains and the fortress as a backdrop. Markets run on a Sunday alongside the river so I took these in as I walked past, noticing a wisened old man with lots of teeth missing selling anti-ageing and other health remedies. Hardly the best advert for his wares. There were also a few food stands selling the huge brezels which are popular over here; these tempted me for a second until I realised that they were just stodge city. I fought through the mass of tourists, mean age 75 years, and into the town itself. This place seems to have rather a large concentration of expensive shops selling disgusting clothes at ridiculous prices. Must be why all the old people like it so much.
After a good wander through the throngs of people, I found a square with a fountain and some horse drawn carriages, the horses giving me that horse-stare and stamping their feet. The feeling is mutual, horses. Giving the plentiful tacky souvenirs a wide berth, I headed to see what the craic was with the fortress... €10, what the???! No ta.
Instead I walked up as far as the other ticket gate up the hill, had a look over the city from the vantage point and took a few piccies, then headed back down. I wasn't really in the mood for traipsing around loads of sights, so I obviously headed for the Christmas shop. The pain in my foot must have been altering my brain as I was this close to almost buying a few things... Thankfully I came to my senses when I almost broke a load of baubles.
It was defo time to get out of the tourist trap and back to the skanky hostel.