Wien Hauptbahnhof (Vienna Central Railway Station)

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So my first experience of Wien Hauptbahnhof

So my first experience of Wien Hauptbahnhof. Stepping off the train onto the platform with that underwhelming tin roof like a slightly bigger Vauxhall bus station, the comparison with Berlin Hauptbahnhof is unflattering to say the least. Once you descend underground, however, wow. The place is enormous down below (as am I). I had to traipse for MILES to get to the No.18 tram platform (also underground). I kept following the signs, and I thought surely before I get there I will find a machine to buy a ticket, won’t I, but then finally I’m on the platform and there is nowhere to buy a ticket at all. The tram was coming so I got on nervously but was scared inspectors were going to catch me and humiliate me in front of everyone—is my ICE ticket good for a short journey on arrival I wondered, as it is in Berlin? Doubtful. At Eisenstraße I saw two menacing looking men who might have been inspectors so I dashed off crying and started walking up the Margaretengurtel. The skies were blue, the sun was blazing down, and I was sweating like a pig. Reaching Gumpendorfer Straße U-Bahn station I at last was able to buy a ticket and then got a tram the rest of the way to Westbahnhof. That long walk across the Hauptbahnhof underground was rubbish; I think next time I come to Wien Hauptbahnhof, I will get off the ICE at the stop before, Wien Meidling, which from the map I’m looking at now is just 4 stops south of Westbahnhof on the U-Bahn. Surely that will be much easier for me. Still, I have to go back to Hauptbahnhof on the No.18 on the way home, unless I get a taxi (which I probably will, as 8am Sunday morning I will probably have a stinking hangover and will not want to battle my way on the trams).

The carpet in my Ibis Altstadt hotel was beautiful—all poppies. Like it was designed by some absolute opium addict. A real German Thomas de Quincey

The carpet in my Ibis Altstadt hotel was beautiful—all poppies. Like it was designed by some absolute opium addict. A real German Thomas de Quincey. I was thrilled to discover they had a nice music channel as well! So unusual these days. Rather good one as well, Deluxe. Lot of songs I’ve never heard before, lots of German music. Excellent. I will certainly always stay at this hotel if I come to Nuremberg again. Next time I travel to Vienna I expect I will give Frankfurt another try. For the first time ever today I will be arriving at the new Wien Hauptbahnhof rather than my beloved Westbahnhof. It means getting a tram to my hotel, if I can work out which one I need to get.

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