less than a second: vienna

Saturday, July 14, 2012

down the danube part 11... vienna

Despite the previous nights fun, we managed to adhere to our hotel checkout time and were soon out and about on the wet, wet, wet streets of Wien. Having visited before I had a couple of aces up my sleeve to share with the group, starting with the amazing Cafe Sperl, a delicious and historic example of Vienna cafe culture...
After a quick visit to St Stephen's tie dye chapel, our group split up, with us kids making our way to Prater fairgrounds. Though the rain didn't let up all day, we still embraced the fun of it all, the highlights being the dodgem cars and the ghost train... Good times...
Before we knew it, it was time to head towards the flughafen for our evening flight back to Old London town, and as we rose towards the clouds, (complimentary G&T in hand) we were gifted a final view the Danube, snaking its way north out of Vienna...
What a holiday!
Thanks to Team Danube for all the amazing memories.
Again, if you want to read more about the holiday, you can visit Lucy's blog here, and to see more images, you can visit Jack's blog here...
x

Breakfast of champions... Coffee, eggs and cake...

A Wien classic...

Whack those moles!

Lucy making friends while the kids creep out...

Speaking of creepy... Faceless female anyone?

It was a special time for everyone...

Yes, the rain does strange things to people...

Riesen RAD!

Our parting view of Wien and the Danube...

Thank you British Airways for soothing my holiday comedown...

Friday, July 13, 2012

down the danube part 10... the home stretch

Today was like a perfectly written book, from beginning, through middle, right to the end.
We began rising early at our campsite where a mobile cafe/bakery had posted up right next to us, incredibly convenient as it was an infamous hungry Sunday. After our morning fill (and a few games of pong for Jack and myself) we made our way to Aubad, a large lake near our campsite with all manner of recreational activities including water slides! The weather really turned it on and it was truly tough to drag ourselves away from the life of leisure to get back in the saddle...
With the best part of the holiday having been ridden at a leisurely pace, Jack and I decided to up the ante for the home stretch into Vienna breaking away from the peleton for a dnb fuelled 20km sprint. It was an awesome feeling and before we knew it, we were posted up on the outskirts of Vienna, Radlers in hand, awaiting the arrival of the rest of the group...
And so onwards into the city we ventured, finding ourselves both delighted and despondent that our journey was coming to an end. Still there wasn't much time for thought as we were all too soon due at Viennas Arena to watch the magnificence of M83. An appropriately amazing finale to a week of wonder...