It was time to get in our last sight-to-be-seen and headed up through the hills and past the local vineyards. Atop a pretty hefty hill stood a statue said to signify the beating of the French. Nick and I jump up the huge 4ft steps to take in the view... before getting down after being told that those German words engraved around the edges meant - "no climbing". Ah well, "we're English" - we said. "Insle Aphen" was the reply roughly translated as "Island Apes". It had gotten late and it was just about time to head home to pack and get ourselves back to the flughafen. I snapped away a little more before that journey.
We boarded the 45minute flight to Vienna in good spirits, and couldn't believe how quick time had flown and what a great start to the trip we'd had. It dawned on us we were on our own however, sinec we'd been shown around the whole time in Germany. We jumped on the 'CAT' and entered Vienna's national train station. A few slices of pizza later and we had to track down our first hostel. Naturally we found this no problems so we celebrated by finding the busiest bar in Vienna at midnight on a Sunday night - we had a few beers with the other 2 blokes in there then sank off for some kip.










