As I wrote earlier, we went to Vienna as part of the “Cudablin” project from the independent travel supermarket OneTwoTrip.
Budapest – Vienna
I typed “interesting places in Vienna” into the search. Here’s what they write on the Russian Internet: “Cafe Sacher. A cup of hot coffee is what a chilled traveler needs. But the main feature of the cafe is its signature Sacher cake. Many people go to Vienna specifically for this delicacy. The establishment is nestled on Vilharmonikerstrasse near the Vienna State Opera.”
Bl…, who writes this in such a sweet language? “Chilled traveler”, “cake”, “delicacy”, “sheltered”… Aaaaaaaa)))
By bus, traveling between the two capitals costs 19.5 euros. Having left Hungary in the morning, dropping by to “see” Vienna, we were supposed to enter Bratislava in the evening.
The Austro-Hungarian border found Dynechka in a bus toilet. The border guard pounded on her for a long time, wanting to look at her passport. She came out very angry, it was clear that she had been torn away from something important. I don’t understand how miraculously he didn’t get killed. I brought with me a man who is capable of conflicting with all of Central Europe, and then keeping it at bay.
There is a house in Vienna from which, if you look out the window, a hundred Chinese cameras will always be aimed at you, behind which the Chinese are hiding. This house was created by the Austrian artist Friedrichreis Hundertwasser. Hundertwasser is cool, the group Chaif sang about him in the song “If I were an Austrian,” and in Kostroma a cafe was named after him.
But I sympathize with the residents of this house… I think that with all the prestige of the building, an advertisement in the newspaper “I am selling an apartment in Hundertwasserhaus” should not be in great demand. Because the tourist flow is non-stop. If I were the residents, I would put my papier-mâché backside in the window opening for permanent display. Although the world today is such that this would make them shoot even more.
In general, walking around the center of Vienna is a dubious pleasure. I have only seen such a number of tourists in Prague. There is only Mozart and Russians.
In the Prater park, a month’s Russian salary was left on the rides. At that moment it seemed to me that I had to choose the path where the “delicacy” “took refuge” with the “chilled traveler”…
Bratislava
“There is nothing to do in Bratislava” – that’s what they wrote to me in almost all the comments. Maybe tourist guides will take this phrase as a basis and not waste paper. However, the scriptwriters of the film “Eurotrip” managed to squeeze out of Bartislava perhaps the funniest episode of the film, opening with the immortal phrase “It’s good that you came here in the summer … It’s a little dreary here in winter.” Buy magnets and die of boredom – this seems to be the principle of Bratislava tourism.
Zmrzlik is ice cream in Slovak. A capacious and funny word.
The embankment is organized so stupidly that if you sit on the benches along it, you see not the Danube, but a concrete wall – the fence of the embankment.
We wrapped a bottle of wine in a BILLA discount magazine to celebrate my 35th birthday. Hamsik, Skrtel and some other dude were watching from its main page. In two days they will drive a couple of nails into the lid of our football coffin. At this moment I was upset again…
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