Today is MotoGP day, so we had an early start, good job we didn't go out on the lash last night and roll in at midnight... Oh no we did, doh!
We nailed it down the motorway and jumped all the traffic heading into the circuit.
We both needed to buy a cap so we checked out the merchandise, but couldn't decide so we held off til later.
We queued for food, there was a massive choice of frankfurters or frankfurters. We opted for frankfurters only to be turned away because they don't accept cash. You basically have to buy Red Bull dollars which you exchange for food. But only one person sold these and the queue was a million people long. So some advice to the circuit, all those staff serving food that don't have anything to do, get them selling Red Bull money instead!
We found a spot to watch the Moto3 race which was very close, the lead changing 4 times on the last lap.
Afterwards we went to look at more caps, couldn't decide again so we thought we'd come back later.
The build up to the MotoGP had started with stunt planes flying over and dive bombing the crowd, we both thought that in 20 years we'd be telling people that we were at the great disaster at the Red Bull Ring.
More classic planes came, then Eurofighters, which sounded awesome, then a helicopter carrying a giant flag. Steve was wondering what was next and was waiting for a giant flying boat on fire piloted by a dog or something.
The race started and the atmosphere was electric, 95,000 people of which 94,999 were Rossi fans.
It was a good race and anyone of 4 riders could have won it.
Following that we thought we'd head to the main fan zone. We had the choice of taking the paved path with everyone else, or cutting through a Swamp, laced with stingers and mud in our shorts. The choice was obvious and both of us now have mud caked shoes of which we only have one pair. Oops.
We decided to cash in our Red Bull dollars but in a strange coincidence, all of the machines were broken, but they could still sell more, you just couldn't cash them in. Strange that.
We looked at the merchandise again and Steve found the hat he wanted, haggled to get the price down and then decided as we were going home, he didn't want one.
We got dressed again and hit the road home, taking the more fun route this time. Unfortunately we hit some rain making the treacherous mountain roads a little more tricky.
We made it the only way we knew, overtake everyone to keep concentration max.
On the way down we passed someone skiing uphill but which was a little strange, and then stopped at a cafe at the top of the mountain for a drink. For some reason the place played the worst Europop tunes ever.
On the way down we stopped for fuel, Steve realised that his money was in his shorts under his leathers so he had to strip in the petrol station. The guy working there was in shock and Steve is now on the sex offenders list in Austria.
Back at the hotel, we got showered and changed and went out hunting for food. We found an awesome roof bar and made some new friends. Unfortunately we couldn't order food because the barmaids phone app said that it would rain in an hour.
We forced some more drinks down us and went inside for some noms. It was odd in that there were lots of menus for burgers, pizzas, pasta, etc and you fill in an order form like you're in hospital and away you go.
We opted for pizza, but the menu was in German, so using Google translate, the pizza toppings included rubber balls, worms and a security kit. We opted for more traditional toppings instead and ended up with some fantastic pizzas.
Our table was too small though so we moved and ended up sitting outside the ladies which made for an interesting night.
Steve went into the gents and found that the vending machines sold both Sex Gags and Travel Pussy. We stocked up and went in search of the next unsuspecting bar.
We sat outside having a beer then at half eleven we were told that we had to move inside, fair enough, no problem, but everyone else scarpered like the air raid sirens had gone off or the zombie apocalypse had happened. We decided to call it a night and headed back to the hotel.
I tell you what though, after having pizza with chilled, peppers and peri piri, it's a good job Steve has multiple inhalers!
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