Saturday, 8 January 2011

A Taste of Home.

3am. Go to SLEEP, brain!
Accidentally happened on an Aussie Bar today. It was a free day, and after skating (in our shoes) on a frozen lake for a little while and trying out the Vienna Metro, The Boy and I decided on (window) shopping. We walked into maybe three stores before spying the bar and thought we'd see if they had Bundy rum. For one drink. They did. We left six and a half hours later.
We were the only Australian's to enter the whole time, and we met a lot of interesting people. The Boy managed to mediate between a very feisty American soldier and... well, everyone else in the bar, while I attempted to drown my sorrows of possibly leaving my travel mascot somewhere back in a Czech hotel.

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