I saw a tramp having a wank in the cultural district of Vienna yesterday. Actually, it looked more like he was furiously trying to get his cock out to have a wank, but it did serve as a reminder as to how crap the tramps back home are.
For instance, we have seen at least three beggars here who have ingeniously spent a portion of their begging money on a crutch, practiced a crap limp and have gone for the wounded animal approach to pitying me out of my money. You'd think this would make them easier to avoid, you would be entirely wrong. The tramps in cambridge do not attempt to chase you down, even if it is with all the grace of a disabled zombie who smells of chips, beer and old pissy blankets. The more experienced of the crutch wielders has learnt to spin on an axis as well as hobbling along in order to beg at as many angles as possible. Amazing.
Shit, didn't mean to talk about tramps for that long. The holiday is fun, we are doing stuff, and uhh yea I'm probably out of time. Will update this later with Dominika about Rome, a 14 hour train journey whilst immiting a sunburn capable of heating (and lighting) a sauna, and my favorite city so far - Vienna.
Tobias
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