Cycling specs now securely glued to my nose (lesson learnt for the second time in two years!), we made it to Vienna. Time to put the bikes away for a couple of days and enjoy being tourists. Visiting ‘the prancing ponies’ wasn’t top of James’ to-do list in the city, but I managed to persuade him that a couple of hours watching a training session at the Spanish Riding School wouldn’t be as painful as some of the paths he’s led us on cycling. Paul, a journalist we met at Schloss Hexenagger kindly arranged for us to stay with his parents, Wolfgang and Susanne. We had a lovely couple of evenings sharing stories with them over dinner, and getting advice on where to find the best schnitzel in the city.
Cape 2 Cape 