We've ridden 16km and stopped for lunch. Emotional eating, we're happy, so we eat and we laugh. Mostly at each other.
Wobbly Wheels: 'Oh look real pumpkin seeds', pointing to his salad.
Legs11: 'As opposed to?'
Wobbly Wheels: 'Plastic ones.'
God love him.
At home stopping at 16km for a break would be laughable. And we haven't climbed any mountains or struggled with traffic or bad weather in fact today is close to perfect. This is what we came for, fabulous riding, good food and quality time together. Awwww. I can't wipe the smile off my face. We've followed a bike trail south out of Salzburg, alongside the Salzach River, which is winding and fast flowing and as all cyclists know, follow a river and you'll avoid hills. On one side there is a thick pine forest and on the other soaring mountains. We leave the river at points to cut through villages where people tend (yes I said TEND) to fields, as I imagine they did in ye olde days. That's what I daydreamed about anyway. A couple of short sharp hills, the least to be expected given the spectacular terrain, which at one point caused me to shed a tear or two (terrain, not hills, well not yet). 'Just when you think it can't get better, it does,' Wobbly Wheels declared. You know he's happy when he talks, non-stop utter rubbish. You don't even have to be within earshot, he'd still have the same rambling conversation with himself. So there's me, having a little cry, and WW chatting to no one in particular about god knows what. We passed through the Salzach Gorge and the bike trail merged with the D159, alongside the rail line and river, a brilliant road with soaring 2500 metre high mountains on either side. Enough to make you feel dizzy as you look up unable to put it all in perspective. And to think it's probably only going to get better (based on very recent experience). It can only mean one thing, or three: food, tears and rambling.