Why do people plan out, I wonder if they dont stick
to their planning. Perhaps the defiance lies in the possibility
to change those projects and act on the spur of the moment.
. from too much cycling Ive become very
philosophical. Only to tell you that instead of going eastwards
to Hungary Im first heading for the west. Im known
for my impetuous zeal when it comes to cycling so its
only natural that Im in for a substantial detour.
The Czech Republic for instance was not on the agenda and
neither was Austria. Never mind well just have to add
it, its as simple as that!
I leave Prague unaware of the oncoming natural disaster this
enthralling city is going to be afflicted with.
South-Bohemia has quaint little towns with Bavarian or Austrian
flavour mixed with local folk baroque buildings.
The region boasts picturesque little Bohemian towns like Ceske
Budejovice and Cesky Krumlov. The latter is a real gem, a
small medieval town with an almost unchanged view since the
The Czech Republic may be very entchanting, but I want to
see mountains, or better still get on top of them!
Once more its time to chill out and where can I indulge
myself better than in Austria, my favourite stopping place
since my pre-school age.
The high mountains are my personal treasure throve and I gladly
make time to climb the uncountable peaks: the more the merrier!
Since Prague Im living in a complete harmony with nature.
I camp in the wild and wash myself in the river, in one word:
this life is idyllic!
In almost 3 days, at about 165km a day I want to reach the
Grossglockner, Austrias highest mountain. And mind you,
my legs are going to protest!
I cross the Austrian border and end up once more in the European
Union. My recent stay in Central Europe is in sharp contrast
to the more comfy lifestyle in the Union.
I can put away my passport and dig up the familiar Euro. I
feel it; Im almost home!
After crossing the Donau in Linz I enjoy splendid scenery
at the Lake of Gmunden and the well-known Austrian Salzkammergut
region. The unspoilt landscapes of the Alps are beginning
to bare their beauty.
The fourth day I wake up at the foot of the famous "Grossglockner
Hochalpenstrasse", which I my opinion ought to be translated
into " Grosglockners infernal mountain excursion".
Give me a racing bike and I will do the climb 10 times - ok,
I admit 7 times would be more feasible! - but my 52kg-heavy
vehicle makes it a memorable trip anyway.
Its hot, even when reaching the summit and the climb
is quite a tough job but I can follow most cycling aficionados
in their footsteps.
Fortunately my legs feel alive and kicking today. About 2
and a half-hour later Im enjoying the awe-inspiring
view of the peaks.
As cyclists tend to exaggerate, I can summarize the climb
to the Grassglockners peak into 3 words: blood, sweat
Oh, come on, dont believe that, Im only kidding.
The whole climb was just a piece of cake. Not convinced? Go
and try it for yourself then. Climbing the Grossglockner might
be a splendid idea for your next holiday.
Dont forget though: only practice makes perfect!