Friday 6 June saw us with our bikes at Krems Railway Station waiting for the 9.50am ‘rad-friendly’ train to Stockerau. We had been provided with the train vouchers (which knocked 50 kms off the final day, and we decided to accept, assuming there was a reason for the generous gift). After a bit of indecision as to which carriage was the one on which to load the bikes, we settled back in comfort and watched the fields roll by for 50kms. The country turned out to be flat and the train's route meant we by-passed Tulln, the birthplace of one of my favourite artists, Egon Schiele, so we're not sure why they give you a freebie at this point of the trip. Anyway, we were soon back on our behinds and ready to make the short dash into Vienna.

The grand entry took us up a long narrow island in the Danube, right into the heart of Vienna. On the final leg we ran into an eccentric 65+ Englishman (with a handkerchief over his head) whom we'd met several times over the last week. Somehow, on a small-wheeled collapsible bicycle he had managed to beat us in to town! We found our smart hotel largely because Rob and Jenna had had a week in Vienna before the trip and had got to know "our" part of town. Our bikes had behaved impeccably on the trip. You know, we didn't even have to pump up a single tyre on the whole journey!

We celebrated our successful arrival at a Mexican restaurant that evening and had the beer pictured above.(I also had an Argentinian steak).