Vienna, the end of our stumble across Europe. Until now we had avoided spending money on accommodation, good friends more then willing to offer up a spare bed or couch along the way. However we were now in Vienna, we had none here. We were on our own, time to dig out the wallet. Our plan was to spend just one night in a hostel halfway through our stay for a wash and bum it the rest. So given the ”events” of the previous night it seemed like that time had finally come, but it was only 10am and there was something we needed to check first.
If you considered Brescia a bit of a one trick pony, then you’d be mistaken. This quaint town has everything your average macro shooting photo nerd could want. Peeling paint, lonely chairs, broken windows, rotting floorboards, the full shebang! But for those of us who didn’t just get moist at the mention of the above here’s a few pictures from Brescia’s “High Life”.
Our road trip was coming to a close, we had visited several locations which really could only exist in Belgium. Its laid back attitude, variety of locations and lack of security will ensure that explorers will continue to venture forth to its treasures. So before we bid farewell and raised our final glass on the ferry home, we had one more site to see.
The space time continuum was askew, explorers suddenly vanishing and reappearing from the black void. One such explorer was sadly forever lost to us while buying food from a train station, Monsieur Marc. We looked up and he was gone, the empty cardboard box from his chicken supreme the only proof that he once existed. With heavy hearts we eventually gave up the 5m search radius and slipped off towards our next location. Bon voyage Marc, until we meet again.
In Europe its always the small remote villages that seem to have seedy secrets. You know the ones where everyone’s related to each other and if your car was to break down your legs would appear in the butchers window the next morning. I’ve seen the movies so i know this to be true.
Much like Mcdonalds in America and England Belgium is mostly populated by one fast food chain, Quick. The golden Q lights the way for weary travelers who wish to satisfy their mighty hungers. Sadly, much like Mcdonalds 95% of Quick’s burgers and meals taste like they just floated out of a nearby sewer, do you want fresh with that? Oh well it was a choice between that or a baguette coated with cheese that smelt of a lumberjacks nutsack. Chicken Supreme it is. Fuelled up we marched on to our nights adventure. I’m not entirely sure what it was, but it had ships, planes and tanks. Well that’s good enough for me.
