|Well, one out of three ain't bad. Maybe that's a beer ball.|
Also, the architecture was fantastic. The Austrian people are big fans of huge buildings with lots of fiddly bits. Most of my time in Vienna consisted of walking around an ornate, gilded building to come face to face with either a slightly more ornate, gilded building, or a huge statue of a horse. It was like being in a Jane Austin novel, if her version of pastoral narrative included naked images of Poseidon.
|Emma, you saucy minx.|
Salzburg was great. It was like Vienna but even quainter. I found a pretzel bigger than my head, tracked down an Irish pub, and went for a tour based on some famous musical that was apparently filmed there.
My favorite part, though, was my epic random hike (hereafter referred to as ERH).
Allow me to set the scene, dear reader: it was a Wednesday morning, and I was up and about at around 10 am after a late night at the aforementioned Irish pub. I left my hotel and began to wander into town when I came upon this fellow tacked up to the entrance of a dark alley:
Being a fan of random Jesus, I turned the corner and saw these delightfully creepy stairs.
I followed them up and around, passing some random religious statuary as I ascended. Eventually I ended up here:
I now realized I was heading into the mountain behind my hotel. Either that, or I had stumbled into a mid 90s death metal cover shoot. There were random signs in German everywhere but since I can't read German and have the navigational ability of a turgid mob of Teapublicans in the back of a soup kitchen, I decided continuing upwards was my best bet.
And so, after a few kilometers, I arrived here:
By this point I was sweating, a bit sore in the manly calf region, and regretted having not thought ahead enough to bring water. My tongue had that awful thing going on where it couldn't decide whether it was an intrinsic part of my sensory system, or a sock left in the sun too long. But I pressed forward, Rocky style. Onwards and upwards!
That view almost makes me regret my self absorption. Almost.
Finally I rounded a corner and, at the very top of the mountain, I arrived at what turned out to be an old fortress, remnants of a centuries old set of fortifications. Upon closer inspection it also, much to my delight, turned out to be a pub.
All by itself.
At the top of the mountain.
God bless you, Salzburg.