5.30am sunrise in Malta farewelled the two Kiwis for the next six weeks. 7am madness at the airport, it seemed half the island population was on the move.
Whizz Air flight to Vienna, cattle class, there was no moving to the emergency exit seats, all of which were free, anyone who attempted this was promptly told to return to their seat or pay up! Not much empathy, even for the very pregnant woman behind me with a screaming two year old on her knee, kicking my seat for the full two hours! I almost offered to pay the extra for her to move…but no, they remained empty for the entire flight. We definitely had the seat police on, and that is all they did, no smiles, no cup of tea….trained to be cold and nasty!
Two bags, an already weary Russ, the easy option , of a taxi to accommodation, was the only one (after a bit of shopping around and securing a set price)
Checked in, dropped bags, donned shorts and set of to explore the neighbourhood until we could have our room at 3pm.
So we left a heatwave in Malta and dived into an inferno in Vienna 36 degrees celcius in the shade at 3-4pm!
We headed towards a church or two, this one is St Peters, purported to be the oldest church ( or what it is rebuilt on) in Vienna.
Jumping into any bit of shade, it was time to seek out a cold beer and lunch – silly me all menus were in German! So I finally downloaded the google translator app. Still didn’t make a lot of sense, so I nipped inside and pointed to a couple of sandwiches!
Watered and fed and having filled in a bit of the afternoon we oohed and aahed and sweated our way around historic Vienna city.
St Stephens Cathedral, the seat of the archbishop of Vienna, very gothic and remarkable with its multi tiled roof.
Getting hot and bothered, temperatures rose, we wandered past statues..
Through anywhere air conditioned – this was a jewellery and Art auction arcade.
Flower and plant shops, heading for a supermarket to buy Russell’s breakfast supplies (so the routine is not broken).
Then a beeline (Russ driving the google maps) back to the unit, which by now we could get in. Googles great until it tells you to turn right into a street that actually runs under the bridge you are walking over.
Crisis averted however as 50 meters up the road we found an internal flight of stairs delivering us to the correct street and right at a cafe and our entry! 2nd cold beer for the afternoon, and finally footsore and on fire we were able to take ownership of our room.
Entrance to air conditioning, which was the first thing we turned on. Russ crashed on the bed and I went back to the supermarket to buy milk and coffee! My needs met.
Time for a nap – until the sun goes down and we can venture out…
All who wander are not Lost girls 