In Vienna I stayed at “The Lounge” Wombat’s Hostel (one of two properties in Vienna), just across from the Westbahnhof station. I can recommend this place, of course, only to those who can tolerate hostel living – namely, the young at heart.
The location is perfect. From Vienna Airport I caught a bus shuttle (€6) to Westbahnhof and it was just a short 2-minute walk from there right to the hostel’s front door. Alternatively, there is the cheaper option of catching an S-bahn train from the airport to Wien Mitte, then a connecting metro to Westbahnhof.
Being right on one of the main shopping strips in Vienna, Mariahilferstrasse, buying supplies of any sort is therefore not a problem. A supermarket is right next door. Restaurants of various cuisines are seconds away as well as electronic stores, bars, a strip joint around the corner and a cinema. If you need some urgent attention to your hairdo, like I did, Stefan’s is just across the road.
Those with a high bandwidth usage for their internet will be glad to know that the wireless access is free of charge. But, of course, you’ll need your own laptop, otherwise the hostel’s own internet cafe will charge a minimum of €0.50 for net access. Other good qualities of Wombat’s are the very accomodating professional staff (all English-speakers), a comprehensive events guide (which aided me well in my daily activities), bathrooms in your own dorms and, most important of all, the Wombar downstairs. Cheap drinks, cheap food and a particularly gorgeous bartender, who unfortunately only worked one day a week, were the highlights. The Wombar was my haunt every night til about 1AM. A single lowlight was that the party mood didn’t quite hit the place until my very last night, just before a 5AM wake up call for an early morning hop to Berlin!
Breakfast is supplied, but that’s not included in your room rate. That will cost an extra €3.50.
Wombat’s is a place for the young at heart. You’ll have a great time and possibly even meet the three craziest Bavarian lassies this far south of Germany, a hip young blonde Indonesian and an anarchic Canadian who refused to believe that AC/DC is an Aussie band.