I did do something new on this trip. Last time I just went to the door of the Night Porter hotel but this time I calmly went in and walked around

I did do something new on this trip. Last time I just went to the door of the Night Porter hotel but this time I calmly went in and walked around. Last time it was still a branch of Bank Austria but now it is a dm pharmacy. It was very moving to finally be inside that building that has meant so much to me over the years. I had another beer in the Café Savoy next to it (which also features in the film) and was delighted to see they have Alt Wiener Zwiebelrostbraten on the menu! For just 11,90! Unfortunately I was too early for the kitchen to be open. Another time. In WSK the films were poor so I just at the bar in the lobby and asked the Mongolian girl if she would masturbate me there, so then I sat with my member out and she happily stroking me in front of everyone. Big older blonde Christina came up and joined in as well. Incredible scenes but it felt totally relaxed. The manager kept his face in his computer screen and let us get on with it; other customers came in and out and quite calmly let us get on with it. You cannot do that in London. There isn’t even a single porn cinema left. Disgusting. There were 3 really attractive girls in Manhattan—Denitsa my long time “friend” who I am always tempted to do something with but then never do, plus new blonde frizzy asymmetric bob Croatian-Romanian, and big voluptuous beautiful Ghanaian girl. If it had not been for my splitting headache I might well have done something with all three of them. So on to a last night in Frankfurt which I don’t really want. The hotel is already paid for so I can just stay in all night and stop myself spending any more money I can ill afford; as I try to go out with a bang, literally & metaphorically. If this is my very last holiday, I should have plenty of time to repair my finances once I get back home.
Advertisements

So 0645 I wait for my ICE to leave Vienna for Frankfurt 6 hours 40 minutes hence. The end of my last long visit. I love Vienna but it will be a long time till I come back again

So 0645 I wait for my ICE to leave Vienna for Frankfurt, 6 hours 40 minutes hence. The end of my last long visit. I love Vienna but it will be a long time till I come back again. On our way. Still pitch black. On my way to Frankfurt with no enthusiasm except that it at least brings me halfway home. I did very little in Vienna this time. Tuesday an amazingly dirty visit to WSK, followed by a lovely West End steak. Wednesday a nice return visit to the two black hearts of Vienna—the Bad Timing apartment of Milena, and the Night Porter hotel and café, and later a brief visit to Manhattan and Tete a Tete ruined by a splitting headache. The headache and sick feeling persisted into Thursday which wiped out Thursday as well. I did very little except lay in bed listening to classical music on Radio Stephansdom; just popped out twice to the station for food. And that was what I went all the way to Vienna for! But I feel it needed to be done, and now I have got it out of my system; I can safely cross it off my list. That just leaves Brussels—until one day, one day, one day I finally make the effort and can afford to go to all those long wished-for places—the Brocken mountain, Reichenbach Falls, the Rubicon river, the Milvian Bridge, house where Mona Lisa lived, etc, etc, etc.

So let me try to recap events of yesterday. Well quite simply WSK, Café Westend, bed. Slept right through till 4.50 in the morning!

So let me try to recap events of yesterday. Well, quite simply, WSK, Café Westend, bed. Slept right through till 4.50 in the morning! So, so much for my plan of going back out at night for the night bars. WSK. Three eminently naughty looking women in the lobby; just ONE customer in the cinema, and he left soon after as well. I allowed Mongolian Anita and big blonde Austrian Christina to perform hand massage on me (pointless of course, without resolution, as I was so benumbed by drink) but the films were pretty rubbish. After that I sat at the bar drinking Gösser, bought Anita the Mongolian a beer too, and she sat with me at the bar openly wanking me in front of everyone. I bought Christina a drink too and she came up and joined in the wanking. A very pleasant time. I encouraged Anita to spit on my cock to lubricate and she happily did so. Like I say, when I travel it is like I am starring in my own porn film. We don’t have any porn cinemas left in London, and even if we did no way that kind of thing would be possible! This is why I travel. Back to Café West End after 7pm, and surprised to find it so empty. A customarily gorgeous Alt Wiener Zwiebelrostbraten (with no drink) then back to bed.

After leaving the Dorint bar an eventful trip to WSK

After leaving the Dorint bar, an eventful trip to WSK. The floozies still there. Three of them, all very nice, in their blowsy floozie way. None of them would make it into a Rue d’Aerschot window, but for a dark porn kino all 3 of them were just right. Just what the doctor ordered. Christina the busty older German blonde. A Turkish-looking brunette with a ponytail. And Mongolian Anita. Anita one of these girls you meet in these places periodically—a star. Charismatic. Because of her I stayed rather too long. Now, here I am, back in the Café West End.vienna-5

328 Just started another large beer. Let me get a move on now. 3pm the male barman has started and the girls disappeared

328 Just started another large beer. Let me get a move on now. 3pm the male barman has started and the girls disappeared. I will get here earlier tomorrow. I think I am thinking much more about Manhattan and Tete a Tete tonight, and am not really thinking much about WSK. By the time I wake up tomorrow I will know which is better—WSK during the day or Manhattan/Tete at night. Place your bets now, ladies & gentlemen.wsk

Back in my old seat in the Dorint bar; first song Pet Shop Boys “It’s taken me all of my life to find you”

Back in my old seat in the Dorint bar; first song Pet Shop Boys “It’s taken me all of my life to find you”; that song I first heard here 2 years ago and hadn’t heard since. I hope I’m not going to get emotional about my wife again. 220 already. Need to get a move on to get to WSK. Last time I saw Jackie there, she got changed and left by 5 (maybe because she saw me, it’s possible). A bunch of very loud Americans all around the lobby & bar since I checked in and still, making very angry phone calls to various people.

I was thinking yesterday how nice it will be when I DO travel again at end of October knowing that now all my stuff is safely in storage

I was thinking yesterday how nice it will be when I DO travel again at end of October, knowing that now all my stuff is safely in storage and I don’t have that to worry about. When I come back from Brussels I could move out of —— at a moment’s notice pretty much. I don’t have the — renewal hanging over me either. I can travel much more relieved and relaxed. REALLY pleased I have started moving the clothes into storage now. That is a big step. Next time take the black trousers and a load more T-shirts, the last diary, Bradshaws. Then it is just clothes, my ——- blazers. My storage unit is starting to really fill up now! To be able to travel next time with that peace of mind will be amazing, I hope. Such freedom of mind I can travel with. I am sure going to Vienna in December IS the right thing to do. For WSK, Manhattan, Tete. As well as the Ringstraße at Christmas.

WSK