Elapsed distance: 6h 28min
Distance traveled: 156km
Average speed: 24 km / h
maximum speed: 43.9 km / h
arrival: 18.45 clock
bedtime: 24.oo
Clock Town: Aschach Linz ad Donau
Mauthausen concentration camp!
Perg
Grein
Ybbs
Persebeug
Emmer village on the Danube
Travel Diary:
The bells of the Sunday morning Mass, we said goodbye to Aschach. Huge cargo ships plowed the Danube river slowly upward, alternating with lively acting water skiers, who enjoyed the free time.
approached slowly eir us the capital of Upper Austria, Linz, where my father suddenly: was welcomed, "Dany Hoi!". He was so surprised when he catechist Carla Bättig of Reinach saw that it seemed as though he would soon fall vpom bike.
The funny coincidence, that the crew from our Brooms car also Bättig Carla and her husband met without they noticed that. When he cried in front of our car. 'D' blib Aargauer Sölle diheime! "What could hear my brother and Pärli Bättig definitely identified in Linz on the bike. The crew had completed namely at the time (13.45 clock) is precisely the task of updating the blog. This time it was a bit more pleasant and easier than usual thanks to a wireless receiver, provided by the city of Linz, they sat comfortably with the laptop in a cafe on the main square in front of Holy Trinity Column.
At the entrance to Mauthausen my father noticed a garden idyll where local Steckerl fish were fried.
This situation of course had to immediately photographed to be full of energy whilst I was passing him, I'm still having to catch up with him. After several minutes, then came the phone clarifying. So we returned so several miles back and panted up the mountain to the concentration camp of Mauthausen, which we wanted to visit. The well-preserved plant and the exhibition is offered to us was powerful under the skin. Although we were in holiday mood, the atmosphere made us very concerned. Affected us was above all that this issue suddenly got a face and an environment for us. Then we had to choke down even bother our lunch. Finally, we had our own private race on the stairway, that is, the Danube embankment, and came so, after a seemingly endless stage, but still a pleasant time to Emmen village on the Danube. At night I was rewarded for this extremely long day, physically and mentally, and apricot compote with Kaiserschmarn (= apricot) in the "White Horse".