Vienna is bloomin’ big. Having been pootlin along the cake bake paths of the Danube we were baptised by the acre wide streets of mercedez benz in Vienna on our little ole bikes with a thrill and a chill. Jet went on a mission to try and find a new pair of bike shorts and amidst the museum platzs came across a parade of punks kicking a ball of rubbish the size of a motorhome along the streets and gargling the Austrian equivalent of special brew beer. Now here was a little fire in the belly of the Danube. Not that Jet really understood what they were angry about but clearly enough to warrant half of Viennas police force. Felt like good ole Bristol!
Jet by the way didnt find his bike shorts but enjoyed cycling round Vienna with no underpants (under his shorts) as the rest of his clothing was in the wash. Perhaps thats Punk… or maybe just boringly cooling in the Summer heat.
In other news Jets bike had to have a complete new chainset for 200 pounds as the old one had worn out: Crikey. No more cakes for a while me thinks. xx