Trip Start Jan 27, 2009
20Trip End May 15, 2009
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First off, let me change something written previously. I walked the length of one section of Amsterdam Schipol. After finding my way through to another section (thank you for the British citizenship, Dad, it was much quicker. Though now I have no stamps or anything to prove I've been anywhere :( ) only to find it was fricken massively huge also. By this stage, walking was no longer interesting me and I found my way to my gate to wait for departure.
Now, I have arrived safely in Vienna, and was much anticipating the snow that the pilot from Amsterdam told us about. Very disappointed was I when we landed and some puddles greeted us, but that was it. However, I was still in a very good mood (and not nearly as tired as I should be) when I waddled out, avoiding customs (they're very trusting when you say you have nothing to declare) and in fact I don't think I went through any immigration at all... Back to the point, I was greeted by many booths promising me taxi rides. I didn't like the sound of booths, I thought they sounded like they might charge me for the privilege of having them organise my taxi, and so I thought I'd just go for a walk outside and see what was happening. I had previously decided to take a taxi, you see, as I thought I would be jetlagged to the point of exhaustion. So I never really followed up on how to catch the public transport. A sign pointed to a city centre train stop so I was off towards that with my oodles of luggage in tow when a taxi rank became very obvious. This was a long and hard moment for me... Do I take the incredibly expensive taxi, and be delivered safely to my destination? Or do I brave an unknown system, to a location that I'm only vaguely aware of, carrying much luggage... and save a heap of cash?
One thought led me to turn to the taxi rank; the thought of me looking incredibly touristy with my many bags and being a really good target for petty theft. I had a fair amount of cash in my wallet (well it felt like a lot when I converted it to $AU in my head) and only one camera and laptop so I thought a taxi would be okay, just this once. The driver was nice, but didn't speak much English, so it was a quiet ~40 min ride costing me €43.60 (oh god don't convert it, it hurts) and as we rode, I rubbernecked so much I must have looked like a chicken! I attempted a few photos...
There was some rain when we started out, but it got lighter, and then it started looking floaty, and then - with great excitement - I realised it was snowing!! It was still too small to gather into snow on the ground, but it really made me happy to see the bits of white dancing around outside. My excitement lessened when I was removed from the warm embrace of the car, and got to taste the snow firsthand. Actually the snow was alright, it was the wind that kept blowing it in my eyes that bothered me. After checking in to the hotel and finding my slightly disappointing room (3 stars my arse)
Are you sick of my ramblings? I could ramble further if you like. Drop me an email and I can go into as many details as you want! Don't forget to let me know how you are doing (oh ho ho ho 45 degree weather, deary me)!
Missing everyone. Cyas later! xoxo
Where I stayed