Back once again

Strange how I can write for pages in my travel journal, but when faced with a computer screen and a flashing cursor my mind goes blank. Perhaps it’s the lack of stimulation, that is to say back home in the mundane, far removed from the exotic.

Vienna, the city, was excellent. A sort-of refined older sister to the moody bohemian Czech capital up the road. The weather couldn’t have been better - four days straight of clear blue skies and warm winds, all the more enjoyable to walk the streets and alleyways soaking up the relaxed vibe, surrounded by astonishing architectural wealth.

Vienna, the experience, was never going to be straightforward. When you share it with a trans-global friend/ex-girlfriend there’s always going to be highs and lows; moments of passion tempered with moments of fracture.

However it’s always more reassuring to contemplate the circling of the flame along with a kindred spirit who’s instinctively drawn to do the same.

We certainly had fun once again.