Linz

We hear about earthquakes in New Zealand, ash clouds over the southern hemisphere, but here in Bavaria we see a river valley from a bike. Not much going on. Breakfast, ride, snack, beer, arrive at a new Austrian village, more beer, dinner, beer, ice cream, bed.

The German language is playing with us. Czech was just impossible. How can a two year old learn it, when they can't tie their shoes yet? They are the smartest people in the world. The rest of us can stick with the Latin based stuff, and try to catch on. It's really fun. I'm at the point now to where I can get a smile out of the locals just by giving a German word a lame attempt.

The ride today involved another look at a church we actually had to see again just to believe, Saint Sebastion church in Passau. Inspires a little awe. The organ music takes you back to Galileo's days. Then on to the little town of Aschach, Austria. A former toll station on the Danube, now a small fishing village. Just try to pronounce Aschach with out the hint of a word you wouldn't say in a convent.

Laura's butt still hurting a bit. Say's it's like siting on a two by four. We may look for a triple gel seat, or perhaps change out my seat for hers. Otherwise the bikes are perfect. Thanks Renata. It's been cloudy, cool, and drizzly here, perfect for a bike ride, and tomorrow we will end up in Linz.