9 hours and 135 miles later...
September 16th 2010 Und ich bin ein wiener! Having stayed in a gasthof that was effectively someone's spare room, I was on the road by 8:15am after a breakfast that included some very tasty hausgemacht marmelada. After 5 miles I was feeling great, 10 and a half hours in hand and 130 odd miles to cover, mathematically it all seemed very doable. Then I was reminded why, despite typically being able to comfortably avera
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