We got up early doors to see how Luke was feeling post stomach bug, but having not really eaten anything all day the day before, he wasnt up to getting in the saddle. Its somewhat of a shame that we werent able to go the whole way on bikes but theres no planning for illness in camp so we just had to make a decision. Stay in Linz and wait until we're ready to roll again, or get on towards Vienna by other means.
We decided on the latter, Linz being a bit dull and conscious of the clock ticking until our flights back, but Bucharest still being a serious way off. We got to the Ferry (journey time 10 hours) for the morning departure, but with no activity on the quay, we eventually found a boat captain who informed us there were no ferries until Saturday. (This was evidently explained in the ferry brochure, and despite his sickness and lack of German (nb 1 year at school) Luke was able to point out exactly where it said SATURDAYS ONLY in the timetable, and that he had been wondering what the significance of that was). This obviously being a divine test of ones character I crossed the street, metaphorically and physically, and trudged to the train station. We arrived at 9.32. Train to Vienna run every hour departing at 31 minutes past the hour. Luke promplty sat down. I went and bought us newspapers and provisons.
We found a cheap hostel in Vienna, dumped our gear and wandered about. Lovely place, but museums should be free to the public. We balked at the 10 euro they were asking to get in everywhere, and lay about on the lawn reading about Vienna history in the guidebook i bought. We got promptly kicked off by the lawn police (both with sidearms), and went to the pub. Smashing day out.
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