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Miserably. All the wile deeply considering caving to the pleas of Gemma, Jess and Will to screw Vienna and stay. It was then that I noticed my name on the sign up board for that nights jäger train. Funny guys.
I chilled with the gang and spent a good amount of time on the verge of tears. I finally did leave, slept a while on the train and then had the most awful walk ever to the hostel in Vienna. The place was nice and pretty. But I got off at the wrong station and could not to for the life of me work out the trams. Not to mention it was a fucking furnace. Then I finally, after walking a really long and hot way found a metro station. But was unable to buy a ticket, only having fifty euro notes with a machine that takes only coins. So I considered my options hard and decided to risk the damn fine if I was caught and just rode the train illegally. It all worked out fine too.
I checked into the hostel and went and meet my weird room mate. Then headed out for a food hunt. Deciding that could wait till the temperature dropped even one degree. It is so hot here. Feeling very depressed (probably the lowest point of my trip, even worse then the furnace hike) and all because of leaving Budapest and all the people there. So I went into the bar and asked to join a group that was hanging out there and I then used my drink voucher and chose to upgrade it, this landed me with a gigantic stein of beer for one euro. I was sitting with some Aussie guys and an American and then a Swiss guy joined us too. We talked about all sorts of normal travel things, our trips, where we are from etc. Things like compulsory military service in Switzerland.
Then we set out for dinner at a pretty typical Austrian restaurant, more beers and much to my utter delight, an in depth and detailed conversation about game of thrones. Ahhh. Night is looking good already.
Back in the bar, still stinking hot and fanning ourselves with menus while drinking and playing pool, one of the guys suddenly cried out in shock as a bartender shot him in the back with a water gun. I immediately ran across the room begging to be sprayed and get a little bit cool. It was sweet and blissful relief and just about everyone on the bar laughed.
Then the bartenders started handing out super soakers to the patrons. In no time at all, I was utterly soaked. Literally, not a singe part of my body, hair or clothes was dry. There was also a startling moment when the Swiss guy got a hold of the water gun and did this incredibly army roll and barrage attack on some other putz with a gun. Oh yeah, we all realised at the same time. Soldier. Wow, it was a little scary.
So, water fight in a bar. Who'd a seen that comin?
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