7 June 2016
I promise no mountain photos
Tyrol food specialty
As the title suggests, I set out to especially not take any more photos of mountains, today.
The hotel I am in insists I hand the key to my room back to the front desk whenever I leave. It is a huge key on a brass key tag thing as heavy as a boat anchor, so its either hand it back or have my shorts fall down.
Anyway, each time I leave, theres a differnt woman sitting at the reception desk, asking for my key, and when I return, its a different person I have never met.
All I do is say '204' which is my room number, and they hand it to me without even looking up from whatever game they are playing on their cell phone.
So security here is very good, if you want a free laptop and ipad, just ask for my key and help yourself.
This evening I hung out around town taking in the non mountainous sites. This took me nowhere too far, as I realised my feet are a bit sore and I have done another 40,000 step day today.
Tomorrow I do washing, then go to Salzburg. Now onto the photos.
The local government has thoughtfully provided a huge skate park in a central square. All the street furniture has been designed to be skateboarder friendly. Curved like little ramps, with ridges and whatever.
This is the complete opposite to what most cities do with their public squares, where they actively install things designed to kill anyone on a skateboard.
Former site of a mens public toilet. Now boarded SHUT. The womans one next door was open. So theres no polite way to put this, me and a few other men just stood around pissing in the park. Enjoy my piss Europe, its your own stupid fault.
Tonights clock tower. Its not a mountain.
My dinenr was delicious. The menu just said 'Bauerngrostl - Tyrolean Speacialty'. All the other items on the menu had full English translations, not this one. But I saw someone eating out of a metal bucket as I came in and decided thats what I wanted.
It seems to be mainly leftover thinly sliced salty meats with thinly sliced potatoes and onions. Not sure what the meat actually was but I enjoyed it very much.
I bet I can find one.
Many stores have similar historic posters for sale.
I found another shopping centre, shut of course. Not even supermarkets stay open past 7pm, and there is no convenience stores here except at the train station.
There are about 10,000 people in the city square looking in closed shop windows.
Adolf Pichler. Close.
Do not illegally park your car here. The truck pulled up, and within 30 seconds had the things under the wheels and the car in the air.
I wonder what happens when you return to your missing car? Do you report it as stolen?
I am not ashamed to say I went to the train station specifically to get a skim milk chai latte from the mccafe, which is open until midnight!
I would rather die than eat that. It smelt terrible from a block away.
I have noticed each European city has a small casino like this. I guess its the kind of place they go to in James Bond movies. When I think of a Casino I think of Crown in Melbourne or the similarly sized ones in Macau, not these tiny little things.
It was however open, but you need your passport to go inside. And you probably need to be wearing a cheap polyester tuxedo.