When we went down to breakfast this morning, we could see police on the ground floor in the atrium, with a dead body covered with sheets. The hotel staff claimed they didn't know anything, and we never did find out if someone jumped or fell accidentally. The police did not seem to be interviewing people, but they didn't transport the body until we were leaving, 1 1/2 hours later. We will not ever know more.
We got an earlier start than usual and rode a long day, about five hours on the path. Good weather, good scenery (another gorge cut through the mountains as they arose eons ago).
In one town, Ybbs (sic), there was a bicycle museum with a large collection of bikes from the 1880's onward, including an early tandem with the handlebars linked so that the stoker could also turn the bars. A bit like in a car giving an additional steering wheel to the one in the passenger seat. What were they thinking?
Reached the town of Melk, with a huge abbey looming above. Small town with an old town square. A popular stop for cruise ships, but none in port today.
We feel like we're getting in better shape. Maybe losing a pound or two. Once in a while we overtake other riders.
Today we passed one couple and I commented in my best German what a fine day it was, but got no response. I thought they were stereotypical stolid Germans. No, they turned out to be English; my German greeting was the problem.
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