So the Hostel wasn't the best...
The lady behind the desk flatly refused to store the bikes anywhere despite the cavernous back room visible and did not appreciate Harvey's sarcastic 'So, can we just pop the bikes in?' comment after her 10 minute rant on how it was impossible to store the bikes,'yo unterstant??'
...we really didn't.
At least we got the room which wasn't on the 5th floor, wasn't really small and didn't have a hole in the wall instead of a window. Oh and thank god our room mate wasn't a a bloke from Ukraine that referred to himself as 'the red army'.
...we really didn't.
At least we got the room which wasn't on the 5th floor, wasn't really small and didn't have a hole in the wall instead of a window. Oh and thank god our room mate wasn't a a bloke from Ukraine that referred to himself as 'the red army'.
Anyway, unfortunately not much time spent seeing Vienna but the rest day was spent ticking off our job list...
Laundry-check. Great not to have musty smelling clothes.
Bike maintenance-check. The lovely, moustached owner helped us out and refused to accept a penny....we donated to their beer fund instead.
Pharmacy raid-check. Panniers full of knee curing drugs...
A veggie restaurant treat for Flora, an entire menu to peruse for once, she was happy. Harvey and Luke had two main meals each as a break from their endless (and fruitless) pursuit of a 6 pack. (pictures to come)
A hot, very sweaty day not seeing much of Vienna but lovely not to be on the saddles.
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