Not quite West, Not quite East - Graz, Austria

I stepped into Graz on Wednesday afternoon and rushed back out on Friday. But in the brief time that I was there, I saw a glimpse of the charming snowy mountains, gluttened my stomach with Austrian cuisine, and strolled in the maze-like cobblestone paths of city centre that conjures Diagon Alley from Harry Potter novels.

Mel being the ever-accommodating host, gave me a lovely tour of Graz. From the glass elevator ride to the top of Scholssberg Castle to sneaking into the opera house and sipping aperol spritzer at an elegant cafe, we strolled through the streets of Graz with ease and melted into the night.







Caption reads:
"You have OIL in your sh*t country?"
"No, no - ah, yes, yes KERNOIL from the Styrian country behind the Semmering."
"Wath, KERNOIL behind the Semmering? You have 48 hours to bring all all OIL to me, or WAR, WAR, WAR - understand me?"
(KERNOIL from the Styrian Country it's better than OIL from Saddam.)

*Kernoil is pumpkin oil


Indonesian Gulasch? - who'd thought?


The funny thing is, we always take pictures together that never really tells you where we are. We could have taken this picture anywhere.

Hit by a small spell and missing the loveliness of Graz, I am back in England.