10km covered in 45min
Tarmac cycle path along river, acsent into St Johann, descent to Pensione.
After another lovely portion controlled breakfast, we are slightly at loose ends as we await the bikes to be restored to suitable touring conditions. Unfortunately this state of affairs doesn't agree with my need to either be physically active or asleep, and assume the space cadet role, blindly following Ali and Hazel through the town. We are carrying our panniers (which doesn't do much good for anyone's back as I'm pretty sure they weigh close to 35kg and aren't particularly easy to transport when not attached to bicycles), and luckily the lovely girls in tourist information are more than happy for us to leave bags with them for the morning. Panniers deposited with relief, we have a quick coffee then head up the hillside to check out the world's biggest summer ski jump. I'm lagging significantly at this point and the girls are starting to worry about my ability to walk back to town let alone cycle anywhere. We decide to check on the status of the bikes, which to our surprise have been patched and polished, well before lunchtime!!! We are most impressed with the service and the service, not to mention the possibility of purchasing a sewing machine in the same shop?!?!
Panniers collected, executive decision is made to get out of town, even if we only make it a few km down the road. Deterred by talk of steep inclines ahead as per the TauernRadweg guide, we stop in St Johan rather than having to deal my inability to climb hills. The weather forecast doesn't bode well for camping, so despite Ali's desire to get the tent out again, I'm left tucked up in the pension to read a weird art book/murder mystery Ali acquired in Copenhagen, while the girls go to play frisbee while the sun in still shining.
Hazel cooks up a storm, and we resign ourselves to eating a litre of walnut icecream so that we can use the container to take the leftover chicken and lentil soup for sandwiches tomorrow. The clouds are rolling in, and I tuck myself into bed to the sound of rolling thunder and rain on the windowsill, as Hazel and Ali battle it out for bragging rights at gin rummy...
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