Goodbye Schnitzel but it is not a complete tapastrophe

Our last day in Vienna

Public health notice demonstrating minimum social distance requirements

and following a typical Viennese breakfast of a whole wild boar cooked on a spit served with a tablespoon of grated carrot(if truth be known Robyn only managed to eat half of her boar so I had to finish it off myself so as not to antagonise the surly wait staff). The lobby of our guest house was filled with a busload of elderly guests checking in, which looked more like a reunion party of Night of the Living Dead-I told the staff to make sure the defib was fully charged and maybe bring in a backup. Our Uber driver eventually found our hotel and then did a great impersonation of a formula 1 driver and then dropped us off at the wrong terminal😖.

We managed to carry the suitcases to the corect terminal, which was only 3km away but all was not lost when we discovered a branch of our favourite sanga shop and stocked up for the flight

We then experienced the pleasures of budget airline flying complete with vast array of assorted Eurotrash, but landed safely in Madrid. In order to retrieve our luggage we had to take a 10 minute train ride and then wait nearly 2 hours for our cases to appear.

Following the rather Byzantine instructions we finally found our airbnb and collapsed.

Feeling totally exhausted we obviously were looking forward to our tapas tour starting at 8pm and lasting 4 hours. The Madrilenos like to eat late and the 2 seating bookings at restaurants are at 9pm (for weakies) and 11pm for purists.

Our guide, Miriam, ended up taking us to 4 different establisments where we had a vast range of delicious victuals