Munich to Vienna: Mad Italians, Aussies and English wrong-uns.

Having waved goodbye to the Autobahns for a few days, we moved into Austria and onward to the fantastically imperial Vienna.

Here we had 2 guides for the evening, the previous described indefatigable Lucie, and Ben, who's just opened a cracking new Aussie bar in Vienna - the Roo Bar - if you're ever in the 'hood, give it a visit (www.roobar.at), you'll be in good company, and the beer comes in a proper glass, unlike the rest of Europe.

So after a brief tour of Vienna, whereby Lucie proved she didn't really know very much about her adopted City, we went for a munch in an Italian. The waitress turned out to be actually insane, and either loved me or hated me, still not sure which; teasing me with her 'special' pizza (below), and later making suggestive comments about the rather large chilli on my pizza and generally behaving in a very bizarre manner. I still blame that sunburn, as the others seemed to get off Scot free.



The rest of the evening was spent propping up the bar in the Roo Bar. I wish I was allowed to reprise some of Lucie's tales, but sadly I've been sworn to secrecy. It all went downhill from when Ben introduced the Jaegermeister - I'm not sure whether our method of downing it is indeed customary (below), but I seemed happy enough wandering about with the lid on my nose for some time. Subsequently, Andy started laughing like a banshee, I lost control of my senses, while Lucie and Ben seemed largely unaffected.







After a rain soaked meander back to the hotel, we hung about with some American students in the bar who actually contradicted the stereotype, shockingly.

Next up: What happens in Budapest, stays in Budapest.

KOB