The second leg of our weekend took us to Vienna. We took a train to the city and promptly realised that the annual marathon was in progress. There were thousands of runners and thousands of people assembled to cheer on the runners. It was quite a spectacle. We were wandering around the city and stumbled into one of the main squares where they happened to have the finish line situated. There were thousands of screaming people, loud music and generally wild atmosphere when all of a sudden we realised that the leader of the race was entering the square as we were standing there. In a very accidental way we saw the primary conclusion of the whole event. As you might expect it was an African man who took home first prize.