Well I bit the bullet and booked all the DB tickets for the December trip to Vienna. Total damage £158. Not bad is it! With stopover in Munich Monday night going and Frankfurt Friday night coming back. 27 euros Brussels to Munich, 39 euros Munich to Vienna arriving 1130am, 84 euros Vienna to Frankfurt arriving 136pm Friday, 27 euros again Frankfurt to Brussels arriving 935am Saturday morinng, with awkward 3 hours to kill before my 1252 Eurostar home. What will I do? See what time O’Reilly’s opens and have an Irish breakfast maybe. Spend an hour in Cine Paris till midday. Pop up to Gare du Nord for last window perhaps. Anyway £158 for trains to Vienna and back is not bad at all. And that includes a First Class booking for the Munich to Vienna leg! Treated myself there.
Well the train to Frankfurt was pretty horrible. Sweating like a pig, there didn’t seem to be a breath of cool air on the train. A suffocating hot atmosphere. The train from Frankfurt to Nuremberg was better at least, the cool air hit me as soon as I got on. On the train home now—oops I mean the train back to Brussels; 12 midday. I didn’t do much on my one night in Nuremberg in the end. Foolishly I left the hotel too late and the Stage 2000 kabins were already closed! I had a couple of beers in Bella Napoli, then came back. If you like very big busted black girls then the Nuremberg windows are the ones for you.
Gliding along at 222 km/h through foul filthy weather. Cold, lashing rain as night begins to fall over the German countryside. Still another 20 minutes to Spandau. 856pm. Ten minutes to Spandau. A silent train. No one talking. So peaceful, civilised. 243 km/h.
On the ICE to Brussels. A much more spacious train than the Nuremberg to Frankfurt one! Sitting in the Caribic videokabins last night I was thinking when I get to Brussels Fifth Avenue I’m going to f—k the first half-decent girl there I see, don’t care who she is; but of course that feeling has passed, and my old reticence will no doubt still be in force when I get there. And that I realise (again, re-realise) is why Vienna so often does disappoint. To really find a place erotic, to be able to really release the erotic fly from the amber, raise the woolly mammoth from the ice, there needs first of all to be a really good source of pornography.