Before we crossed into Austria, we spotted some
Americana. Or what the Germans think
about the American frontier & civil war.
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| American West, German Style; noose and Native American under the porch. |
After we crossed into Austira, and started hearing the 2nd
new dialect of the journey (Bavarian was the first, and it had a distinct accent, so we recognized the differences).
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| Bavarian-Austrian border |
We stopped
at a bakery delivery truck, and somehow talked our way to free bread and yogurt
drink …I think the driver/baker felt
sorry for us, especially when he told of about the snow in the weather
forecast.
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| Bakery-mobile |
Parts of the Danube were nice in Germany, but they were
really nice in Austria. And we were the
only people out and enjoying it.
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| Danube river through Austrian hills |
Betsy’s knees were getting sore, so we got off of the bike
path and stopped a not so pretty town called Aschnach. On the map there was a train station, but
when we got there it turned out that there was only a busstop with the name of “bahnhof”
(which in German means “train station”).
After waiting for about an hour, the bus finally came, and after a few
tense minutes, Betsy & her bike were off to Linz. I got back to the bike path, peddled hard,
and made it to Linz just in time to have the very same bus driver point me to
where Betsy was. …and Linz is not a small
town; there are hundreds of busses per hour passing through the station, so
that was quite a remarkable encounter. …And
I do mean point, because I couldn’t understand any of his Austrian-German.
For a place to stay we found a youth hostel, it wasn’t
great, but it was close to a nice restaurant, that indulged us with a cheese
platter for desert.
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