This Sunday afternoon train back to Nuremberg is absolutely packed

This Sunday afternoon train back to Nuremberg is absolutely packed. No spare seat; I’m sitting in a seat that is reserved from Passau to Nuremberg, so I will have to be without a seat once we reach Passau. Never travel on a Sunday again (or reserve a seat). Note to self. I did nothing in Vienna on Saturday; might as well travel Saturday.

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So I am indeed staying in my Vienna hotel room this Saturday night

So I am indeed staying in my Vienna hotel room this Saturday night. I saw the floozies of Tete a Tete two nights in a row, the floozies of Manhattan two nights in a row, the floozies of Exzess, the floozies of WSK three days out of four; I am floozied out. Sated with the floozies. Again I’ve managed to come all the way to Vienna without doing anything naughty; well, it just means I never met anyone I wanted to have sex with enough. No doubt as soon as I get home I will be wishing I had f–ked Jackie in WSK, and wishing I had f–ked Denisa in Manhattan, but at the time I just didn’t feel in the mood enough. So I stay in my big white bed overlooking the Gurtel, listening to classical music on my last night in Vienna. Rachmaninov 2nd Symphony. Check out 12 tomorrow for the 1250 train back to Nuremberg. I think it will be a long while till I come back to Vienna.

There are more bars in the Gurtel still open than I thought

There are more bars in the Gurtel still open than I thought. Just last night I saw Club Exzess, Bar Josephine, Bar Vienna Night Bar, Queen Night Bar, in addition to the ones I already know, Alm Bar, Angelique 1 & 2, Flamingo, Okay Bar, Bar Haus 6, Manhattan and Tete a Tete. I liked the atmosphere in Exzess (probably because all the girls were busy & so not one of them approached me & bothered my peaceful beer! Most gentlemen would probably hate going to a brothel & not being approached by one single girl; for me it is the absolute ideal situation), the number of customers, but its girls were not as sexy as the Manhattan girls. And Adelina, Adelina, is on a level all of her own. Up there with the legends of my travels like Yulia, Riccarda, Iga, Olga & Alla. Maria. I suppose the horrible situation and likely nowhere to go of Brussels when I get back there Monday night kind of forced me into returning to Manhattan and doing something with Adelina, as it may be my last chance of glory on this trip (or ever), and I am glad I did.