That wasn't what woke us up though, the French people next door seen to be the noisiest people in the world. Despite them being downstairs and 3 rooms over the paper thin walls let us here everything. To make things worse, all four of them speak at the same time. Mark declared war and immediately went to the toilet which was next to their room. They immediately surrendered.
Just as things got quiet again someone fired up their chainsaw outside of our window, so we decided to get up.
On our way to breakfast we walked along the pedestrian area only to have to jump out of the way of an oncoming car into the path of another car. We avoided that only to be charged down by some cyclists. Its like level 36 of Frogger here, and this is the pedestrian zone!
The place that we’re stopping in is in Germany but within sight of Austria and Switzerland, yet the guy who served us breakfast only spoke Italian, no German, no English, no French, just Italian.
We opted for a day away from the bikes as we were still walking like John Wayne, so took a train into the next town over in Austria. As per normal we sat next to a looney who told us his life story. He was just here for the day as he’s “ill and can’t travel”. we asked where he lives, and it was a place 5 hours away, so today he’s spending 10 hours on the train, but can’t travel???
We got off a stop early to avoid the looney, and walked to the cable car station. The sign said that you could fit 80+1 people onboard; surely that’s just 81 then?
The cable car took us to the top of a mountain, 1054 meters up. The views were stunning and the pics below don’t do it justice.
We had a bite to eat at the top and had to ninja some seats with a view. After eating a giant pretzel we stood up to leave and I kid you not, within a second our seats had gone.
We queued for the cablecar down and was in position to get the best spot with a great view but several kids tried to push in so the elbows came out and we narrowly avoided an international incident that may have seen us seek shelter in Switzerland.
It was bloody hot again, so when we got back to town we stopped for the largest sundae ever and watched the world go by.
Despite buying a return train ticket, we though getting the ferry back would be nice to avoid having to sit next to another looney. Just after we’d purchased our tickets two old Scottish people came up to us and said that the boat was a bad idea in this weather. We looked up and saw beautiful blue skies but they said that rain was coming and already had their anoraks on!
We laughed and walked to the pier, stupid Scottish nay sayers! Then the wind picked up and a black cloud appeared as though the Scottish crone had summoned it! Some rain came, not a lot, and it evaporated as it hit the ground, but we could almost hear the words “told you so” ring out in a Scottish accent.
We got on the ferry any way and the sunshine came out again, so we enjoyed a peaceful journey across the vast lake sat outside on the top deck.
Back at the ranch we needed to do some bike maintenance, Steve’s chain needed adjusting which is pretty routine and he’d brought all of his tools with him. There was one slight issue, none of the tools he’d got actually fit his bike, so we had to borrow some from the owner of the AirBnb.
With the bikes all fixed up (but not clean!), we headed out for a well earned beer. We returned to the place where we ate last night which had the stroppy waitress. We had a different waitress this time who was equally stroppy and basically threw our drinks at us and shoved a menu in our faces. So we opted to eat elsewhere.
After food we found a popular Irish bar run by a German. We had a few drinks and listened to the traditional Irish music, when Fairytale in New York came on. Now I know that Christmas comes earlier each year, but this is getting silly!
We were about to leave when a couple of Germans came in, an old fella and his son. We got chatting to them in broken German and English and they decided to keep buying us drinks. Several hours later we well out of the bar and headed home.
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