day 6 pt 1

Personally I had decided to wake up early around 6am to go through our images from the days before, and post some if possible. This really didnt happen. The night before, we decided, having endured the putrid stench of only 1-2 days of dirty backpacking clothes in a room in Munich, to wash our laundry in the sink, and hang it to dry in our room.
It seemed logical at the time to leave the bathroom fan on and the windows open overnight (especially because Austria is quite warm compared to Alaska this time of year) in order to aide in the drying of wrung our clothing). We didn't take into conderation the total number of single stroke combustion engines used throughout the day, and night (all night) in the immediate vicinity of our hostel. Basically I was awoken at least every 20 minutes, and managed to get barely 3 hours of sleep by the time 7:45 came around.
The group of guys went down to breakfast around 8 (Dustin just prior to 8, not wanting to be late for our date, and potentally upsetting our quasi-guests) by 8:20 we were joined by both Dana and Gladis, and by 9:30 we departed the Hostel: Dirrection, south-ish.
By late morning we we had toured a park, and famous courtyard, and by early afternoon we found ourselfs in Wolfgang Motzart home. The museum was adorned with various artifacts, and replcas from throughout his life, complete with a rollling 30 minute biography and maps of his travels. while quite interesting a sense of dismay was felt by many that it was quite unfortunate the majority of the dated structure was, in fact, merely a restoration, having been mostley destroyed by an allied 500kg bomb in 1944, rebuilt with an attached Mercedes dealership for decades, and only recently (in 1994) purchased by a historical society who proceeded to demolish the newer Mercedes attachment in favor of a historically remake of the original Motzart apartment.
We originally planned on jumping on a bus around 3:20pm to go to somewhere else in Austria, though I'm not entirely sure where (I'm sitting out the leading part of this particular mis-adventure). So we concluded Solzburg with a church, some amazing ice cream, a quick stop inside the modern art museum (with a particularly disturbing mass exhibit featuring some amazingly unattractive people (whom appear to be transgender males) wandering around various parts of the city in sun dresses carrying white parrocells(sp). I opted not to tour the museum (as did everyone else).
I finally picked up a pocket knife (which would have been useful on several ocassions), and a few bottles of wine for our group of now 6 for the next train ride. We are currently halfway through this new treck via bus, to a train, and on to.... somewhere. it is 4:28 on day 6 (9/26/2011)
-Squirrel