11/30: Above the mist
This morning there was a little bit of work to be done, followed by a reasonable amount of cake to be eaten in the city with Katja. After a long lunch at which I met someone else I'd previously known only through the net, we headed up into the persistent mist to the Gaisberg mountain. Lots of narrow mountain roads on which to pass other cars and wonder why the Austrians don't make their roads just that little bit wider. Surely that would save a lot of hassle and time that foreigners spend thinking that they might fall down a ravine? ABBA's "Honey, Honey" came on the radio and I serenaded H word-perfectly, despite having not heard the song in years. I may have a different musical passion now, but clearly ABBA aren't about to leave my head any time soon. We reached the top of the Gaisberg in time for the sunset, which was quite bizarre above a sea of mist that completely concealed the city below. And so end my twenties.