Today we leave Austria and head to Italy but not before having breakfast.
Unfortunately the waitresses kept forgetting about us and they ran out of bacon before we had any. Mark was on the phone to the Austrian ambassador when they brought out some more, so Steve told Theresa May to stand down Trident.
We nipped out down the road on the bikes in our shorts and t-shirts as we wanted to go on the Toboggan. It's one of the longest in the world so had to be done.
We got the cable car up and half way up we were saying how dangerous it was as there was nothing to stop us falling off. Steve then realised that there was a harness and foot bar that we hadn't pulled down, oops.
At the top there was a giant tower that we climbed to get a few more panos.
It was Toboggan time and we both wore our bike lids so that we could film it. Mark went first and hit the brakes to wait for Steve so that the footage would be good. 3km later and we were at the bottom, it was fantastic and well recommended.
Unfortunately though after Steve spent an hour setting his camera up, cleaning the lens and charging the battery, he forgot to click record. Mark captured it though, link to YouTube here once it's uploaded (it's taking forever so don't hold your breath).
Back at the hotel we packed and left. The roads were busy and then they were at a standstill which sucks, so most of the journey was hard work forcing our way through traffic.
Soon we were in Italy and had to hit a mountain pass. Traffic was better but still a little busy and there were hundreds of bikes. The views were stunning though and we had fun on the twisties.
A rant is needed though. Why take your flaming motor homes up a bleedin Mountain? There aren't any campsites up there, it's not on the way to a campsite, so why do it? They just get in the way and they can't even make the hairpin turns. It can't be enjoyable for them, and it's certainly not enjoyable for us, so just go round, there's even a perfectly good motorway. Let's just say that no prisoners were taken.
We searched around for our hotel and Steve pulled over saying that it was somewhere around here. Mark looked over and we'd actually stopped in the entrance to the place. Seems like the Garmin is ok after all.
The hotel is very grand, in fact it's called The Grand, so that makes sense. It's proper old school and the elevator is lined with crushed velvet on the walls. Too posh for two sweaty hairy arsed bikers.
We went to the local lido, a giant outdoor pool complex which was pretty cool and we had a swim before having our daily ice cream. After we'd dried, Steve put his tshirt back on only to find a wasp trapped inside that stung him twice, either that or he was just doing a funny dance while ripping his tshirt off.
We headed out for the evening to find a bunch of band roaming the town doing their thing. We sat outside a restaurant on the Main Street watching it all go on. As well as the bands there was a Beatles tribute act, a fashion show including catwalk and then some strange girls dressed all in white on stilts with two giant white balloons. Not sure what all that was about, but It's all just a standard Tuesday night here!
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