Thank heavens for ibuprofen

Both Di and I leapt out of bed at the crack of dawn - and collapsed in a heap, our poor bodies stiff and worn from 2 solid days of vertical alpinism.

So we had a leisurely stroll to the end of the lake, on the basis that lakes are generally not too uphill. Different viewpoint of town, not much else going for it apart from tranquility and FLATNESS.

Then we walked into town, found a picturesque restaurant in the town square, ordered overpriced lake fish (which was yummy). Then had a blazing row with the surly bastard who owns the restaurant. (Just written a stinking review on TripAdvisor and found that "surly bastard" is one of the nicer things he's been called in dozens of shit reviews going back several years) Cafe Derbl if you want to check!

And now back earlyish to try to get ourselves fit enough to get back to Salzburg tomorrow.Baca lagi