We are three motorbikes now.
The landscape is beautiful in the sun. Much better then it was in the rain. We make a nice round trip to see the sights. The big bridge we crossed is the first concrete bridge over a river build in this country.

The afternoon we say our goodbyes again. Sad. This seemed to be a relaxing place. And I did not fully dry. The rest of the day we are lead deeper and deeper into the mountains. It is getting cold. He puts on more cloth at a stop. He seems to be fascinated by something in a houses garden. It is shiny and kind of pretty but I have no idea what it is good for.

But it is getting warm again. The evening we arrive at a city were Linz is written on the signs. Also they put a sign where the hill (Berg) is. Weird people here. It was quite obvious.

We are received by a young man this time. Get our own room. A couchsurfer. this time it is a proper couch and no bed. Surfing is only done one the internet the evening though. They watch television the evening. People throwing arrows. It seems to be a competition. The POWER wins.