Wednesday 9/7 The Freud museum and travelling to Rome

We woke up earlyish and got our stuff packed. We ate some breakfast and checked out, heading to a metro station to cross to the other side of town. Our destination was the Hunderwasserhaus, a weird, almost Gaudi-like building used for housing.

The place was an explosion of random. There were blocks of colour in varied places, and very bizarre curves, with oval-shaped columns in abundance and uneven flooring at the base. Very hard to describe. I think pictures do it better justice, really.

Following the weird house we walked along the Danube over to the west to reach the Sigmund Freud museum. It was built into his flat where he lived and had set up his practice.

It wasn´t quite like the Kafka museum which I think we were both expecting. The inside was a bit more sparse, less thought out, and really a bit disconnected overall. There were a few interesting displays around, but the most interesting part was the relatively intact waiting room to his practice.

I lost interest quite quickly unfortunately. As we were leaving I got a call from Dani who had made it to the Mac store in London. Turns out the HD on my Ipod is dead, defunked and gone to meet its maker (which is probably just a factory down town in this case). The reception of our mobiles wasn´t so good, so I wasn´t able to get through what some options were in regards to it.

Em and I were both hungry and wanted to try out a place listed in the LP guide. After a bit of a long walk we found the place it should be but no such place was there. It wasn´t entirely surprising; a few places listed in the LP have closed down between the time of publication and now. Oh well. Instead we found a small Japanese place and had a good meal there.

After we´d filled up on food we headed back to the hostel. We had a couple of things to do on the net before we left town and we also had to get our bags and get ready to head to the station.

The trip to the station was just the number 18 tram over east as we had taken previously. Once at the station we found our platform and our train and got on. It was nice having reserved seats and not having to scrounge around for an empty spot like the last time. We found our compartment which contained also four boys who spoke Spanish.

The couchettes turned out to be the seats which folded and slided into place to form two three-tier bunks. They were actually quite comfy, being wide and having free linen to put on them. Both Em and I stored our packs at the one end of the beds since it could fit both the bags and us. We were planning on blogging a bit that night but both fell fast asleep in our little bunks.