I thought all youth hostels had an open kitchen
Sep 05, 2010
Aug 21, 2011
. The rest of the afternoon was along a chilled cycle track to Ebensee. Polly continued her retelling of The Historian which I have been loving.I love the story but more, I love Polly telling me the story. We got to Ebensee and thanks to some dude with a beard (at first seemed a bit scary but was very friendly and better still, accurate) we found the youth hostel. I have taken against youth hostels to this point, I miss the freedom of camping but I can see why Pols likes them. This one seemed to ber infested with 50 somethings red wine smokers club. A few families suggested some other atmosphere but after being turned away from the kitchen I was firmly against the place. we ended up cooking dinner on the Trangia in out room (!) and as usual we had a lovely time.
Leaving Salzburg was pretty smooth. My sense of direction is improving all the time and there is often no need for a map (that is my belief, not Pollys). It was all uphill and Polly had her mandatory 10 minute stop to remove the 100s of layers she has put on that morning. We had tried to stir Gretzyl at the campsite but there was no sign of life so we left with our two nights free camping safely in pocket to spend on lunch. The old beggar woman was still sitting outside SPAR, I wondered if she had remembered our 2 euro gift from the day before. It was an average morning cycling, some paragliders circled high above. We had lunch by a lake and were entertained by some dude trying to pull his boat onto a trailer. Bad Ischl was a pleasant suprise. We only came across it because we had agreed to not enter dark long tunnels again. There was a cool saturday market (I wanted to buy an Austrian hat). Then on the way out of town we came across a footy match. I was glued but more annoyed that a match with no better standard than Lavant FC had a lovely terrace with more than 500 supporters, I wanted to put on the boots and show them how it is done