On Saturday, a large group met for an afternoon on the Danube. Many cafes and bars line the river's edge, which meant gelato was easy to find after skin had been sufficiently reddened.
One of the gentlemen in our group had lived in Vienna before (despite hailing from Guatemala), so served as our tour guide for the occasion. He took as to an area largely populated by locals; I do not think many other internationals were in the area. As such, we were treated to the elderly women sunbathing topless and the men in comical swim suits. It was mostly the Americans who went in for a swim, but we all cooled our feet in the water. (Given my last river swim was at Sheep River, which is glacial fed, the water seemed quite warm. Our Italian/Brazilian girl heartily affirmed that it was, in fact, freezing, even if I could still feel my toes.)
On Sunday, Joanne and I co-ordinated a large group together through Facebook to head to Prater (the big amusement park two minutes from my apartment). The group was actually too big! The Swedes split off together, and smaller groups formed on and off, which made co-ordination a lot easier.
The temperature was forecasted to have a high under 30, but it went over 35. Pavement, fair grounds with little cover, and constant walking around was a killer combo. Joanne and I went on the ferris wheel together, and found the larger group enjoying beers in the shade of a restaurant (better to admit defeat than strive in vain). However, I did not imbibe as I was already feeling rather funny from the day… more on that later.
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