Now trying to get from Ljubljana to Prague is literally the
work of a master mathematician. That shit is out of control. Anyway the only
way was to drop by that grand old city of the Hasburgs, Vienna. Listening to
Leonard Cohen’s “Take This Waltz” and Matt Costa’s “Vienna” had me moving
exuberantly in my pantaloons. Well what
a difference a deep voiced poet and a softly spoken ex-skateboarder can make to
a city. The romance those two troubadours threw into those songs was something
magical, but arriving in Vienna, in real life is something completely
different. This is without a doubt the most boring city in Europe thus far.
Now, I am a fair guy, I like seeing equal opportunity, even
if that equal opportunity leads to the Knights languishing at the bottom of the
table, but hey everyone has to have a go at winning the premiership, but Jesus
Austria, I have seen more entertaining paint drying tournaments then your so
called magic capital. Christ. Let me watch forty two, fifth division
Narara-Wyoming vs Lisarow test cricket matches then visit another museum. Would
it kill you to make one thing free? Or at least less than my average monthly
income?
I will not try to be harsh on this golden aged city, because
it did have some gorgeous architecture and we did get to a rather awesome
independent label trade show and a fantastic Gay Pride march through the middle of the city. But honestly, the money those Hasburgs had and
they didn’t think to put in some epic public attractions? Come on people.
Thankfully were we off to Prague after this snore fest of a city. (Actually
make sure you try the street hotdogs there. It will blow your mind!)
