We got up early this morning due to our tours. We split up and covered visits to both Eagle’s Nest and The Sound of Music.
Our Guide was fantastic. I was initially skeptical because he seemed rather elderly, but his story was fresh and engaging. He gave us a a real behind-the-scenes look at how the movie was made and had a natural charm enhanced by his accent.
We sang less than I expected but only because people were self conscious. At one point out tour guide walked down the bus eyeballing everyone to check that we were all singing.
We saw all the major locations and left, very satisfied.
The church where the wedding scene was filmed:
My apple and poppyseed yum:
The Eagle’s Nest tour guide on the other hand, apparently was not up to scratch. The weather didn’t help, but he spoke very little and when he did it was mainly to give directions about when to meet back with the group after the fee time. He also spent a significant amount of time playing on his mobile phone.
After disembarking the bus, our awesome guide took us to see the Mirabell gardens where lots of scenes were shot.
We had a quick walk through and then went back to meet the others returning from the Eagle’s Nest tour.
On our minds was finding some real Vienna Schnitzel. All the prices we saw in the city were out if our budget so we caught a train back to our hotel’s street and went searching out the couple places recommended to us by our receptionist.
The first one was closed and we wearily walked nearly an extra kilometer to the next beer garden.
We were nearly the only clients, the food was prompt. I can’t rave about the schnitzel- I think our local German Harmony Club in Canberra does the best German meal I have ever had, but the salad bowls that came with our meal were fantastic. Deliciously dressed salad leaves, German potato salad, sauerkraut and grated carrot. Yummmmm.
And the sultana shredded pancake: kaiserschmarrn ( Austrian dish served with sweet rhubarb) was absolutely amazing!!)I
Our lunch was particularly late and we must have got home by about 4 pm.
We were so weary and Zac was struggling with a cold and popping ears.
As the sun started to set and the weather cleared, I knew I must venture to Old Town. I am so glad that I did.
I fried up a late dinner of meat and something else ( can’t remember what). We really needed to do laundry but the kitchen was so very crowded and that is where the washing machine was. There was already a laundry queue, so I instructed everyone to wash their delicates in the shower. We knew they at least would dry before our 1:30 train to Venice the next afternoon.
We were just settling down for the night and the lights had gone off, when an inner alarm started to sound in my brain. Thinking about the train to Venice. It was 1:30 pm, right? I mean no idiot catches a train at 1:30 am. That would be madness.
I got out the ticket and took it to the bathroom to have a look. It was all in Italian, so I fetched my Google Translate app and some my camera over the ticket.
Dear reader, our tickets were for 1:30 am- in 2 1/2 hours.
Primal Scream/hysterical laughter
Not for the first time this trip, and probably not for the lady time- hysterical laughter bubbled up in my throat. I was going to have to tell my family we needed to rise and pack and catch a train to the start ion to catch a night train. The fact that I didn’t realize it was a night train also means I hadn’t booked sleeping seats!
Oh my! After the shock, we hastily packed, culled and shhhhed the distraught 10 yr old who was now going to miss out on buying a toy he had seen and wanted (but I had told him to sleep on the impulse of buying it).
The trains were no longer running, so we caught a taxi to the main station.
Man, oh man, dear reader! Don’t travel with a planner who has a poor memory. This was very stressful.
When the train finally arrived, a gaggle of drunk, foul mouthed English lads hovered around the toilets. I really wanted to chuck them all off the train.
The train sat there for ages before it finally moved off. We were all in a carriage with fully reclining seats but they were 3 facing 3. It was a long long uncomfortable night full of moving limbs trying to find a comfortable position, foul mouthed idiots staggering past, long stops and tiny pockets of snatched troubled sleep.0