When I arrived at long last to Mariatrost, I trudged up a hill that was about three kilometres long (thank god my backpack was small), and dove into the bed that Gerti had all ready for me.
To no avail though. Gerti was certain that I was too young to sleep. After three cups of tea, a call to her son, and three recommendations (one for dinner, two for lounging or clubbing), I was off, completely exhausted. I headed first to the Syrian restaurant that was suggested. I sat at a table that was already occupied by an older couple, felt like a huge loser, then just resigned to the fact that this is one of the crappier parts of traveling alone: dining alone. Sure enough though, just as Gerti had predicted would happen, three men invited me to their table, where we sat, ate schnitzel, drank Syrian wine, and chatted the evening away.
After treating me to dinner, the four of us headed up this embankment
through an elevator in the rock. I would have NEVER found this on my own, I assure you. We went to Sky Bar, and, as the name suggests, looked out onto the entire city while drinking fine red wine. It was quite the experience. We had SUCH a good time.
Even the panorama doesn't begin to capture the scene...
...but boy, was it a spectacular view...
After Sky Bar, we headed back into the city on foot, into Aiola. After some drinks with a super posh crowd, we called it a night.
Much to Gerti's delight, I recounted the whole story at breakfast the next day. "See?" she said. "I knew you'd have a good time. That's Syrian charm."
Yeah, yeah...I get it. I'm too young to sleep.
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