Then we took the metro to the side of the town. We looked for Hunderwasserhaus. It is kind of like the Viennese version of a Gaudi house, if Gaudi wasn´t an architect and had no taste. There were slanting columns all over with clashing colours. There were wacky lines and random faux greek statues. It was unique, but also kind of tacky. Still, a good thing to see when in the right city. Its just a pity that its so far away from everything else, up in the north east corner.
There was also a fountain that was equally strange. It sat under a black wall covered with what looked like broken pieces of mirror ball. Then yellow and blue patches of house into the distance.
The souvenir shop opposite had down itself up in the same style. Then there was a nearby museum we didn't feel like going to. Our next stop was central North. We got there by following the Danube river. Not as picturesque as the rivers I´ve seen. It was a muddy green colour and ran through a grey channel. A bit of scribbled tags decorated the walls.
There were none of the bridges and beauty of Prague. Must stop comparing everything to Prague.
Following the Danube led us to the university area and to the Freud Museum. I don't know what I was expecting here, maybe something like the Kafka. It was housed in the building where he worked and lived.
The first room had a library of books and a few uninteresting showcases. There through a crack in the book shelf to his original entrance hall, done up with his hat and cane. then his waiting room. His daughter Anne had donated the original furniture. It was set up just like when he was there.
The next room or two was completely covered with photos, pictures and small bits in on shelves, all labelled up to 2oo and something. Then referred to in a free museum guide. But looking at different class photos and original copies of books gets old very quickly. Unlike Kafka, it didn't explore his work and was particularly thrilling. We did a basic round of the exhibits then headed out for lunch.
We walked South towards the hostel and kept an eye out for food. The place the LP mentioned was non-existant. Instead we found a nice chinese/Japanese/Asian place with a good Tagesmenu (cheap lunch menu). Josh had sushi while I got wok chicken. Both were very good and welcomely filling.
We hung at the hostel for a bit then headed to the railway station. It took 20 minutes or so to work out where our seats were. Eventually we found them. Our 6 bed cabin was shard with 4 young Spanish guys. They talked for most of the trip, except when sleeping. I spent a lot of time listening to them, trying to see what I could pick out. I understood words here and there, but no full sentences.
The couchettes were long enough for my bag and myself, fully outstretched. I love being short. They were comfortable.
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