The hills are alive but not in the city...

Only three hours on a high-speed rail to Vienna from Budapest; this maybe the shortest transportation time through our journey. We stuffed our backpacks into over-sized locker at Wien Westbahn station, and took the metro to the center of the city. It started to rain as we stepped out onto the street, with our rain gear deeply buries in our backpacks not present. Although we have enjoyed the little rain we have had during our travel, we can certainly enjoy a museum day like this.

In Vienna, we were fortunate to be accepted by two Couchsurfing hosts for both nights we planned on staying. We went out with the first host at night for meatballs, and asked about places to see in his homeground. There seem to be more places to visit than our time allows, such as fine arts, music, and architecture.

 

 

 

 

 

The second day turned out to be a fine weather, and so we went out for an eight-hour walk. In the evening we went over to the second host's apartment. The couple our age also invited their friends, and our endless conversation about everything took place over pumpkin soup and kaiser schumaan, a pancake-like sweets.