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So where did I leave you? Ah that's right, on the way to the magical city of Salzburg. I left Vienna with dreams of rolling hills, small children skipping merrily around fountains, and the sweet, crisp notes that we have all grown so fond of - "The hills are alive with the sound of music..."

Boring Belgium and my whereabouts for the past two weeks...

Sitakaye
2005-11-10 19:36:56

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So where did I leave you? Ah that's right, on the way to the magical city of Salzburg. I left Vienna with dreams of rolling hills, small children skipping merrily around fountains, and the sweet, crisp notes that we have all grown so fond of - "The hills are alive with the sound of music..."

The ticket to Salzburg cost 40 euros so I had very high expectations of this little town and its inhabitants. When i got off the train however it wasn't anything like I had imagined. Everything seemed to be varying shades of grey. The sky was a brooding dark grey, pouring rain, the river was gushing dangerously and had also turned a dark green-grey. The roof of the entire town were even grey! A strange sight after the red roofs of Prague. The Lonely Planet guide said that the walk into town was really quick, so I set off into the rain with my huge pack on my back. About 30 minutes of walking later I finally hit the town... now i just had to find my hostel. LP had described it - "NaturFreundHaus is situated upon a small hill..." I followed my map of directions to the hostel and found myself facing a huge mountain cliff. On top of the cliff was a rickety little building that looked like it might not survive the storm. That was my hostel. The rain was pouring down in torrents now and i REALLY needed to

go to the bathroom, so needless to say I was getting more and more desparate. The cliff was a few hundred metres high, and there didnt seem to be any stairs up there. I had almost given up hope when I noticed a lift built into the cliff face a small distance away. I
Just a "hill"

bustled over to the lift and hopped in, looking forward to the company of a hot drink and my sleeping bag. The lift deposited me in the middle of the bush (if it is even called that here in Europe), and i began to walk along some small dirt path. The whole experience was beginning to feel quite surreal, and i began to think that perhaps I had just imagined ...