So 930 Sunday morning in Vienna. Still 2½ hours till I have to check out. Don’t know what to do with myself. A sad, low-key end to my Vienna trip. I don’t want to drink as I have a 4½ hour train journey ahead of me and I don’t want to have to keep leaving my seat to pee; I don’t want to eat in Café Westend because it always makes me want to go to the toilet.