Day 9 – A Viennese Whirl

I had a fantastic morning because I managed to get a stream of ‘Match Of The Day’ from the previous night on my phone whilst Tiff was getting ready…


Some really great matches and think it’s safe to say the season has got off to a great start. 

We had planned to do most of the sights today as the weather was set to be a scorcher and as always I made my list on the pin box app and navigator Dom was back in the saddle. Having no hairdryer on this trip has proved a bit of a problem for me as I’ve had to use time as my only option of drying. As it’s so bloody hot here there’s a couple of fans in our room which game me an excellent idea…

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What followed can only be described as a top gag. I thrust my head into the fan (as if to have my hair caught) and screamed, “Ahh Tiff help, help me.” She ran over in a fit of panic shouting, “Dom, oh no, Dom ” pulling the fan away immediately. I was in hysterics as was she when she realised it was all a big gag. It was that kind of laughter when you’re both crying for ages and can’t breathe.

After a morning of gags it was time to go and see some of the sights. First up was the opera house which is an extremely grand building in the middle of the city centre…


There was a nice fountain outside and Tiff requested a photo with it…


But for laughs I took a picture of the pigeons instead…


Next we strolled over to St. Stephens Cathedral where we were disappointed to find half of it covered in scaffolding…


It was that kind of modern day scaffolding they do now where they cover all the metal piping with a picture of what it should look like. There’s loads of this in Leeds at the minute and I actually think it looks much better this way. 

It was a sonntagmorgen (Sunday morning) and church was on so we decided to have a wonder in…


It was all in German, no idea what was going on, what a load of nonsense so we went to visit Mozarts house…


If I’m honest I was a little disappointed with this. I thought there would be some kind of tourist attraction or something to actually see but it was literally just a normal house.


After a limited edition Rasberry Twister and a stroll past two horses playing the accordion we had arrived at the city museum…



This place was grand in stature but like most things here we had very little idea what it was. With it being a Sunday no shops were open and most bars and restaurants were closed so we were left wondering around for most of the day.

At this point we had been walking a while and decided to head back to the hostel to get some much needed rest.

After a few hours we decided to go back into town for some food. Yeah you’ve guessed it, an Italian. The place was pretty posh and I ordered the Lasagne for the third night running, as did Tiff. The waiter then came back to tell us they had run out of Lasagne so I threw over the table and hit him with a wine glass in his face. This is what I would’ve liked to do after such slander however my actual response was, “That’s fine, I’ll have the bolognaise instead.” It was one of the worst meals I’ve ever had. There was barely anything there and it was covered in what looked like little ants, again. Anyway I rated it a meet 4/10 and left no tip.

Tiff had developed a sore throat and we didn’t want to go too mental so we had a couple of drinks and headed back to the hostel early doors. On the way back I came across a music shop with a guitar in the window and felt a little homesick…


There was also the best dancing to the Macarena I’ve ever seen… (wait for the applause at the end)


And a fantastic guitarist playing a witches broom…


I really loved his funky backing beat and it was an interesting walk back to say the least.

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