Friday was a bit of a waste of a day really. Having to change hotels at midday threw me out of sync

Friday was a bit of a waste of a day really. Having to change hotels at midday threw me out of sync. I walked down to the Ibis and checked in, ate the two rolls I picked up from the station, then went straight back out to Café Westend for a rostbraten, which to be honest I struggled to finish. I stumbled back to the hotel and slept for the rest of the afternoon. Getting up early enough to prepare for a night out, I really didn’t feel in the mood at all. I crossed over to ML Revue just to confirm again that their kabins are rubbish; never wasting my time there again. Train up to Club Exzess. The girls all take turns to dance topless on small stage but there were none I liked enough to stay for. Back down to Manhattan and Tete a Tete but even though I saw all the same girls as last night, this time I just felt no desire or interest at all. Just one beer in each place and I was ready to leave. Thrilled to find the station McDonald’s still open so I brought a hamburger royale & fries back to hotel, but again struggled to finish them, beset by hiccups that would not stop.
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On my last day in Vienna I did nothing but go up to WSK and finally my luck ran out

On my last day in Vienna I did nothing but go up to WSK and finally my luck ran out: two rubbish films. Trekki was there but I was not in the mood. Once again I was starving, so just rushed back to Café Westend for an unbelievably delicious Alt Wiener Rostbraten. Then to bed! I woke in the evening planning to go back to Manhattan but I just didn’t feel like it. Sated. Done enough. I went back to bed and endured a massively sleepless night, hampered by indigestion and restless aching legs. I may have dropped off about 5 in the morning, about an hour & a half before my alarm went off. So a low-key finish to my stay in Vienna.

I woke after 10pm and thought about going out but was too drunk still

I woke after 10pm and thought about going out but was too drunk still, so went back to sleep till 850 in the morning. The WSK films were fantastic, high quality stuff. There were more men there than I have seen before (still never more than 8) and I think that is all down to Trekki, black hair, young, beautiful, curvy. The Café Westend steak was as fantastic as always. Shame I could not go out for a reconnaissance mission at least to Manhattan but hopefully I can be fresher tonight. Today Fortuna then maybe back to Burggasse Peep, save WSK for later and stay till closing so I can walk back past Angelique back to Manhattan.

20:00 I arrive in the Café Westend. WSK has a new star

20:00 I arrive in the Café Westend. WSK has a new star, Trekki, from Slovenia but born in Vienna. She was the only girl on duty, but the WSK was busier than I’ve known it for a long time, which I don’t think was a coincidence. I wait service. The piano player is playing. No waiters coming anywhere near me. I need a drink. 20:04 and still waiting. God knows what the piano player is playing; I doubt even he knows. Ottakring, 1837. My first day in Vienna flew by like it never happened. Few beers in hotel bar, WSK, Café Westend, then no doubt I will be sleeping like a log.
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After several beers and a gorgeous Alt Wiener Zwiebel Rostbraten in Café Westend

After several beers and a gorgeous Alt Wiener Zwiebel Rostbraten in Café Westend I came back to the hotel to sleep. I woke later and forced myself to go out to Tete a Tete and Manhattan. I really really had no desire for it whatsoever. The Tete girls were nice enough but it never crossed my mind to do anything with them; I was more interested in the lovely little framed pictures on the wall, some miniature Klimts and two rude pictures by an artist I do not know. They look like Thomas Rowlandson but doubt this in Vienna, so guess it may be some Austrian Rowlandson-like painter. It says something about me that I come to a brothel and am more interested in the pictures on the wall. I seem to be becoming increasingly averse to real life women. In Manhattan, the same. Melissa the only good one, but I felt no desire even for her. Two beers in Tete and one in Manhattan and I came back to sleep again. Up at 630 for lovely eggs & bacon in the hotel restaurant then back to bed again and then overslept till now, 3PM. No desire at all to go out tonight, my last night, so I might as well just go to WSK and that will be it. The Burggasse Peep kabin films are so rubbish I can’t be bothered to go there again; the ML Revue kabin films are rubbish too. I might go back to Fortuna Kino but it is such a long walk from the tram stop; could try the Wahringer Kino, but probably will just slump in WSK for a while.
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