The Great Anchluss: In Transit to Venice

Hello dear readers!

I suprise myself yet again by producing yet another blog in such an uncharacteristically short amount of time! We are currently presiding in an internet cafe in Vienna, still a little numbed by the recent setback we've had. Again, our organisational ineptitude has become an encumberance! We sauntered up to the main train station today, unheeded by the forewarning we had (by missing our alarms and therefore a tasty breakfast) and expectant of catching an hourly train to Venice. But (who could have known?) the last train left about 40 minutes before we arrived, and the next leave at either 1930 or 2030, arriving at 0300 and 0800 the following day, respectively. But we refuse all pity! This has been the unmistakable and unforgettable flavour of our own, tailor made eurotrip. We are well, with food in our bellies and hope in our hearts.

So back to Berlin. Where I left you. Clinging to a precipice of suspense, racked with fear that you might not get another chance to hear my voice and that we, the troisbros may drift into nondescript oblivion. Well, let me assuage your fears. The last time I blogged we had freshly danced upon the remains of the fallen wall in Berlin with happiness that only a knowledge of undeserved freedom could bring. The year we were all born was the year hope came to Germany! How rad is that!

We left Berlin shortly after, headed for Munchen. We stayed at this place tucked away (not very conspicuously) near the traino which turned out to be very, very convenient. I cant describe the feelings I had towards breakfasts over here. The free ones are always soooo early, but the pain of missing it is beyond description. So we hauled ourselves groggily (and in some cases clumsily) out of bed to fill up on the fantastic food provided.

We took many, many tours that proved to be incredible! And sadly there are no more free tours for all the places that we're headed to now, with seven days left. Sadder for us than you I'm sure! The first day we walked about and got a general overview of the city, the next trick and I took a paid tour which went into depth over the history of the thir reich, which was fascinating to say the least. That day we went on an epic beer tour, which began and ended very early. The day after we went to Dachau, which I am not particularly in the mood to describe. It was so moving I'm not even sure how I can keep typing even taking nothing more than a glancing hit by the truth, the reality of the terror that occured and still occurs in some places.

Anyway, now we're in Vienna, which has been dominated by cold and guitar for me, but lots of fun. I feel sick because you're allowed to smoke in the room here so I might stop there.

Much love people! See you all (too?) soon!