My head isn’t aching nor is my neck, but they’re not not aching either. The table I’m sat on slants slightly down towards the pedestrianised road and there is a big menu pinned to the wall next to my head. “Can I have a grosses bier” nods “and ein Pizza Vegeterienne” puzzled “Veg-gee-tarian” puzzled “Vegetariana” smiles and walks away “Grazzi, I mean Thanks”. A marching jazz band just walked down the street and people are “whoooo” and shouting like a mobile carnival that has passed now further up the street. Innsbruck is extremely busy. I’m sitting in a pizzeria outside and my beer just arrived. I’m on my second beer of the evening after checking into the Montagu Bed and Beers hostel. I didn’t realise it was “and beers” until this afternoon and that made me worry it was going to be a piss-up venue. But the dormitory is probably the best designed dormitory I’ve seen and it’s rather empty. The barman let me have a beer for €2.20 because happy hour ended 5 minutes before I ordered.
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