The idea was to get back to Vienna on Thursday afternoon, get out to Spittelau to get my World Superbike tickets, and then jump back on a train to Brno, arriving Thursday night. This would give me a night to take it easy and get accustomed to Brno, where I expect the English to be fairly scratchy, and I’ll need time to get anywhere.
We all took it a little too easy leaving Budapest, so we missed the 11:10am train back to Vienna. The next one was at 1:10pm, so we caught that. Halfway to Vienna we realized that we were running 40min behind schedule, which would put me back at Vienna Westbahnhof at 5pm, and mean that I would be unlikely to get my tickets before the office shuts. I called Sara in Perth and she was nice enough to get me their number. I called, but it went through to message bank, which of course is all in German, so I don’t even know if it was the correct number. I don’t know my UK mobile number off the top of my head yet, so I had to get Hannah to read my number out to me as I was leaving a message, but she didn’t give me that last digit as her phone didn’t display it. At that point I didn’t care, because I figured if you’re not answering your phone at 4pm, then you’ve already gone home.
We arrived into Vienna at 5pm and I ran to the Metro line to get to Spittelau, but the instructions were in my laptop and I hadn’t looked at them for a while. I knew it was on the brown line, but I couldn’t remember which termination it was. Both trains were at the platform going either way. I chose one and jumped on. I chose wrong. So I had to get off at the next stop, and change platforms, eventually getting to the GPticketshop.com offices at 5:30pm. Nobody was there. Christopher was fucked.
I returned back to Wombats hostel to find that there were no rooms available, but I did manage to get a room in a hostel around the corner. Hannah, Jaz, Kas, Ryan and me all went out for a few drinks at the travel shack that evening, and I must say that I was glad to have one more night to hang out with those guys, Hannah especially as we’ve been travelling together since Amsterdam and she’s become like my little sister. I won’t catch her again when I get back from Brno, as she’s off to Italy and I make my way down to Spain. But I guess that’s the best and worst thing about Busabout. You’re always meeting people, but you’re always losing people too.
The next morning I got out to the GPticketshop.com offices at 9:30 and picked up my tickets. They had got my message the night before, but couldn’t call me due to my number not being complete. That was more than a little irritating, but I got my gear and got a tram to Sudbahnhof to catch the train to Brno.
When I got to Sudbahnhof I was informed that the train was 40 minutes late. This turned out to be an hour. Vienna hates me. And I’m starting to hate it back.
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