Okay okay that's the last pun on the word Czech, it's too easy to resist though.
Time to say goodbye to the land of monopoly money and women who look like models (no not Sweden, Czech rep) and get on my way to Vienna. I packed up my stuff and set out for the station. After walking to the station I remembered I had left all my toiletries in the hostel, so had to walk all the way back to get them, and by the time I got back to the station I had missed my train. Well done Pedro. Had to wait another hour for the next train, and this one wasn't direct, nightmare.
Prague - Vienna
SPECTRE have a decommissioned soviet warhead in Vienna?! 007 to the rescue! Yes it was another train with the wee booths that I enjoyed so much last time. Not much happened on this journey unfortunately, I just sat there and listened to glee tunes for hours. It may have been the best journey yet. I had to change trains at Breclav, which was no hassle as I only had to wait 10 minutes, plenty of time for a fag!
When I reached Vienna I was at some random train station, not the station I needed to be at to follow the directions for the hostel. No problem says I, I'll take the subway across! I got about 3 stations away and everyone left the train, apparently there were roadworks (what are roadworks called on a subway? Railworks?) and I had to make a detour. I got on a tram and spotted a guy who looked like an inspector, so I pre-empted him asking me for my ticket by asking him where to buy one. Sneaky sneaky. I missed my stop on the tram so had to get another 2 subways to get to the right train station, and that was before I headed for the hostel with the directions!
By the time I got to the hostel it had been 8 hours since I left the hostel in Prague (for the first time). I was absolutely gubbed. I got checked in, and made my way to my room which was thankfully on the ground floor. Comfortable bed, good shower, lockers provided, wifi in the rooms as well as the lobby, a bar, kitchen, comfy seating area. This might well be the best hostel I've ever seen, worth the 8 hour slog to get here.
I was chilling in my room listening to some Billy Joel when the other occupants slowly came back to the room. Hold on a second. I'm in an 8 bed dorm with 7 birds? JACKPOT! Well done mr reception man on your choice of room for me! I got chatting to one of them, a lass from London who had just finished her English degree, and she kept throwing in names of random poets I'd never heard of. As I had no idea who any of them were, I tried to move the discussion onto music, and she told me some American boy at the bar had never heard of the kinks. Never heard of the kinks! Is this man a lunatic? Is he not a big music fan? No he is both sane and enjoys music. THEN WHY HAS HE NEVER HEARD OF THE KINKS?! I felt like finding the guy and slapping him with a wet fish, but resisted the urge.
I went out and had a donner kebap for tea, that's right people, donner meat in a bap. It was class. When I got back to the hostel it was getting late, so I decided just to call it a night and listen to some Bon Jovi before falling asleep. I fell asleep and dreamt I was a cowboy wandering around Vienna shooting people with a guitar. Is there something in the water here?
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