Day #7: The one with the nazis.
Got up and explored. We went up the funucular railway to the castle (it really puts the 'fun' in... you get the idea). From there we could see views of the surroundings which can only be described as "woo"some. It was a sunny day as well which meant we got some nice views of the hills. They're alive apparently, with the sound of music.
There was an over-descriptive audio tour, which told us that the "area was famous for salt - hence the town's name. Salz is German for salt!!", and an exhibition about Austians fighting wars with bushy moustaches. Mostly however, it was all about being high up.
On the way back, we saw some art. YES. We are so cultured, we should make our own Actimel.
Later on we met an Irish man called Kevin who didn't believe we existed. I can't remember his reasoning since my notes aren't quite that detailed... maybe we were too stunningly good looking. Anyway, we explored a couple of bars with him and he was a much amiable fellow.
When we got back to the hostel there were a number of very drunk Polish football fans with a big flag saying they had come from Ireland. The barman had let them choose the music and pull pints since the bar was otherwise empty, and they were most friendly and interesting. And when I say interesting, I of course mean they were nazis.
The Pole behind the bar decided to select a song on youtube, the video of which featured many skinheads and swastikas, at which point the bar erupted in a load of fascist salutes. Me Dave and Kevin decided to continue enjoying our pints, looking at the floor, deciding a civilised political debate was unlikely.
After the nazi song, one of the drunk Poles shouted "Abba! Play Abba! The winner takes it all!". So now whenever I see adverts for Abba Gold I think of the holocaust. Thanks, Poles!
Posted on: Saturday, 7th June 2008
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