Vienna (Part 2)

Destination Wombats


Boarding the S7 I wipe the vestiges of tears  from my cheeks.
I've begun a new life.
I change over to the U3 at Landstrasse and make my way to Westbahnhof.  I have to find a hostel at the top of Mariahilferstrasse; the major shopping street in Vienna.  With much ado I find the right U-bahn exit and at the hostel's counter I pay my dues.  However, I cannot access my dorm bed until 2pm.  I have to wait and I have 2 hours to kill.

In this time I avail of overpriced and cheaply manufactured crap coffee and devour the last of my milky moos.  I wait.   I eventually gain access to the wifi.
I lounge around until finally at 2 o'clock I can enter my room.  Exhausted and with the anticipation of a sneaky nap I slowly, awkwardly ascend the stairs and find my dorm.  I flick the card against the reader and breach the room.
I meet three people; two Californians and a Dane.

I get a text from a fellow Irishman and teaching assistant about coffee in the city.
I make my bed, tease my weary soul by lying in it (ever so briefly), after some brief banter with the Americans  I leave to meet my comrade.

We meet at 1516.
We walk and talk
We visit a book store.
Today is Thursday, September 22nd and it is Arthur's Day.
Arthur Guinness the patron saint of alcoholic beverages.

To celebrate (and grab a piece of this highly glorified binge session) we travel to Charlie P's on Waehringer Strasse.  Here, we eat and drink and meet fellow Irish pilgrims who have sought out the closest sacred ground to Ireland's favourite pastime
So, ends my first day in Vienna.