On the advice of an Austrian we had met in Warsaw, we made a stop in Innsbruck for a couple nights. He was in his early twenties, I guess you could call him a young bruck. It’s a mountain town that gets a lot of tourism in the winter, but in the summer it’s pretty much an even split between backpackers and drugged out townies. The town is bruckstaposed beautifully at the foot of the mountains and the view is fantastic from literally every angle. Except of course for the “Golden Roof,” which is supposedly the world’s fifth most overrated tourist attraction. It is exactly what it sounds like – a complete waste of time. So in less polite terminology, brucking lame. Malcolm and Tanasi came to pick us up the next day and we headed out to spend some quality time in Germany. We had a tip on a cool lookout point so we got some directions and Malcolm drove us out there. He managed to get us there on time even though he didn’t follow the innsbrucktions exactly.
Vijay