Sept 8th and 9th (rest day) Pochlar to Krems on der Doneau 65.58k (39.34 miles)
I had a rough night from something I ate, but there is no choice other than to pedal on. I wouldn’t have chosen anything else, not wanting to miss a thing. This was reminiscent of a Camino day under similar circumstances.
Thinking there might be a more direct route from the village to the cycle path we started off. We stopped at one dead end and decided to press on. C took off not noticing I had bike troubles and by the time I had things straightened out he was long gone. I knew we needed to cross a major bridge, the problem was finding the access point. I followed a confident looking cyclist who knew a short cut along a first path. Back on the main route I crossed the bridge, and stopped in the shade underneath to check my email. Sure enough there was one from C and we arranged a meeting point. Two important lessons here: buy two SIM cards for emergency purposes and a rear view mirror.
We were rewarded by the most beautiful part of the trip: vineyards, castles, farms and views of the river cruise ships passing by.
We reached our destination for two nights, a farm stay at the home of a fifth generation vintner for a rest day, whose wife greeted us with a glass of their white wine.
She explained that sadly they are the fifth and last generation to run the winery, their grown children preferring traditional jobs in larger cities. It was the same story we heard from farmers on the Camino.
We were so tired we settled for a dinner of backpack food: boiled eggs, cheese, bread, an apple and a bottle of wine.
Well deserved rest day: we started with breakfast that included red and white grape juice from the vineyard. What a treat. I generally prefer red wine, but in the case of the juice, the white was better.
Laundry followed as we were only carrying two panniers and a medium backpack for eight days on the trail. There is something satisfying about hanging laundry on a hot breezy European day.
It was just what a rest day should be. We hung out in the garden then walked to locate the restaurant where we planned dinner, stopping in the town’s tiny grocery for lunch items.
Dinner was on the patio of the restaurant. We ordered fish, but no matter how nice the place, a side order of veggies usually meant the frozen kind. There were a few other lost in translation menu items along the way. Roasted chanterelles and potatoes = scrambled eggs with various mushrooms, boiled parsley butter potatoes on the side. Baked emmenthal cheese = deep fried breaded cheese like mozzarella sticks, served with tarter sauce.
We watched the sunset over the Danube with a glass of decent Austrian red wine.