Percy's Pointless Pictures

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Day 4 of the Vienna Holiday

After a couple of hours walking around there, we headed off to find the big, old Ferris wheel featured in "The Living Daylights". Unfortunately, Jonathan's guidebook let us down terribly, to the point where I wanted to take it off him and throw it in the "Donau Canal". Basically, the underground map on the back of it was a complete crock of shit, meaning that after following it, we were nowhere near the Ferris wheel. Instead, we were about 100 yards away from the barge thing where I'd purchased the €4.75 bottle of water. The tourist board things that had been put up were even worse. I think we spent about half an hour attempting to figure out whether we needed to get a bus, get a tram, or just walk the bloody thing. What we did know is that we were 3 miles from where we wanted to be. There was then the argument on whether our weekly tickets would be valid on the tram / bus network.

My advice of "Look, if they're not, and we get pulled up about it, we're tourists, it's an honest mistake, I'm sure they won't fine us!" fell on deaf ears for about half an hour, until I convinced them to go onto the trams. I have never been on a tram before in my life. I thought it'd be brilliant. It was shit. It's a train that has to stop for pedestrians and other traffic, with wooden seats and the sound of numerous Austrians wittering on in their own language about the.... cost of... erm... sandals. And chalk. Possibly.

Eventually, we reached the end of the line, and disembarked into the middle of a park. Fair enough, there's a direction board over there. We toddle over, and stare at it in disbelief. There's no sign of a "You Are Here" symbol. Therefore, we could be anywhere in this huge park. By the power of deduction, sheer luck and the tiniest bit of judgement, we knew to head to the end of the road and turn left. There was an endless avenue of trees in front of us, along with sports grounds of every possible description. Yes, according to Google Maps, there's even a racecourse on there. With steeplechase fences.

We walked for what seemed like an age, before we began to see this wheel. Two things were big about it. Obviously, its size, and the second one was the pricetag to get in (€8.50? What?)... In fact, it was so big that Chris decided he didn't want to go up. Some of you may remember the time I dragged him on the temporary wheel at Liverpool. He hated every second of that!

So, after spending 2 hours trying to find this wheel, we didn't actually go on it. I could have cried! Thankfully, Jonathan did want to go on it, but we'd leave it until the next day, at least then I could take my big camera, and Chris could get a lie in.

After all of the fannying around we'd done trying to find this place, I almost screamed when I found out it was less than half a mile from the nearest tube station... At least we knew how to get there.