Summer is the perfect time to get out and get some wandering done. The sun is out and I fancied taking a trip. Now living in Austria you’re never short of a …
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Good for the Goose. The MartiniGansl experience
One of the things I really love about living in Austria is the wonder of seasonal events that fill the calendar. Come to November and things turn to all sorts of Goose like goodness. St. Martin’s day falls on the 11th of November and traditionally, a meal of Goose is eaten. I’ve not had the pleasure of eating Goose, so this year, Lynda and I decided to try it out.
The day begins early. Stupidly early. Let’s call it stupid o’clock. At Stupid o’clock, everything is kind of quiet. Vienna is just waking up. For that matter, so am I. This also holds true for the driver of the U4 U-Bahn. The Train to Klosterneuburg goes every 30 minutes, and as I get off the train, I can see the S40 pull away from Heiligenstadt station. If the U-Bahn had arrived just 30 seconds sooner, I’d have made it. Bugger it, let’s grab a coffee. I need a coffee. It’s stupid o’clock after all. I sit drinking my coffee outside the station, opposite Karl Marx Hof. Karl Marx Hof is known for being the worlds longest apartment building, stretching a full kilometre and then some. It’ll appear again in a later wander. Today I’m heading just a few minutes north, to the town of Klosterneuburg. As its name somewhat suggests, Klosterneuburg is home to a large cathedral. Its also home to some great little Vineyards and offers great views out over the Danube and Vienna. I’m looking forward to getting there.
To the north of Vienna, around the bend of the Danube, lies the town of Tulln an der Donau, or Tulln for short. I know absolutely nothing about the place bar for the military airbase that sits to the east. Oh and the VOR turning point for flights into Vienna international. That’s it. Of all the places I could see, this one excites me. As it turns out, Tulln is quite an interesting place. The Viennese newspaper ‘Der Standard’ is printed here, and the town narrowly lost becoming the Niederösterreich Capital to Nearby City, Sankt Pölten.
Along with all these very swish, very modern trains, twice an hour, a tiny little diesel train chugs past. Looking like a refuge from the 1980s when trains were modelled on lego bricks, it passes one way just before twenty to the hour, and another chugs back just after the hour. This curious little train heads to Marchegg, a small town right on the edge of Austria. Being curious, I had to take a trip there. So I did.