When tea attacks

Muesli eaten and cup of tea expertly poured into travel mug through hard work. Our kettle doesn't work, so the addicted one had to use hot wasser (my German is getting gooder) from the coffee machine, which can only fit a tiny cup under its outlet, making the need for more than a tiny amount of hot water, a labour of love.

Two day transport ticket paid for on the app and we headed for the flea markets. They were at the end of the food markets, and by the time we had arrived, we had sampled many flavours of cashews and promised many stall owners that we would be back. We arrived at the flea markets the proud owners of 500g of cashews of many flavours. 

Surprisingly, nothing was purchased at the market but it was one of the better ones that I have been dragged screaming to.

No tea had been drunk for some time, and of course the economy of Austria also depends on the purchase of some kind of pastry. 

By the time we arrived at Maccas with a purchased pastry, Annette had spent $0.50 in order to spend a penny at the markets. Maccas were charging too. Toilet visit was declined and tea purchased and partially consumed.

We then headed for a clock. As we walked up the street, the time hit midday and Annette rushed to see what the clock was doing. She stood in front of the crowd and commenced taking a photo with the same hand that was holding the tea. She tead herself. Turns out there was no hurry as the midday clock show is a 10 minute event.

We walked around Vienna a bit more. You know that smell when you walk into the animal section of the Easter Show? Pure manure. This is Vienna. There are so many horse drawn carriages that this is how it has to smell.

We wandered around taking pics of the lovely old buildings and statues, when what had been consumed of tea number 3 (there was also a breakfast tea) needed emptying. Where is a toilet when you need one? Hungry and busting (one of us), we searched and were led on a wild goose chase (by Google maps) in search of a toilet. We were led to many places that were phantom toilets. 

Then, having refused to pay Aud$15 for a hot dog, we stumbled upon a supermarket. They had food at reasonable prices.

I looked down a corridor and saw 2 women in a line. That could only mean 1 thing. Toilet. The sign said it was for customers only. We are customers. I held the food as Annette went down the corridor. She broke through the line of women and seemed to go through a door with a picture of a man on it. A minute later, 2 men went through the same door. She admitted that seeing a man at the urinal on the way out was a bit confusing. I replied "That's because it was the men's toilet."

Always wear your glasses when looking for a loo is the moral if this story.

We found a nice park to eat our lunch and then headed to a museum where one of us would enter whilst the other sat on a cobble stone and typed up to the part of the men's toilet, above.

The rest of the day is being typed more than 30 hours later. I assume we made it back to the hotel via public transport. I think a super market was visited for a few more supplies. On return, Annette swam and sauna'd whilst I created a slap up Italian meal of some sort of pizza hybrid. It was spectacular. Alas, no pics.

Oh yes , at 742pm, she spilled tea over herself, just to complete the day