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Gotta admit that the hotel's breakfast is well worth it. Jams can hardly taste any better. With some calories gained back from yesterday's exhaustion I'm ready to walk around Innsbruck once again:
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Gotta admit that the hotel's breakfast is well worth it. Jams can hardly taste any better. With some calories gained back from yesterday's exhaustion I'm ready to walk around Innsbruck once again:
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Ferry arrives at Venice and my bike rolls its wheels over Italian soil for the first time. Actually we're both debutants so to say I'm excited is an understatement though little I knew what beyond exciting moments would follow during my travelling career later. I follow the handwritten notes on my tank bag to make it to Innsbruck (no gps) while my partner in crime would meet me at the train station of the city.
Not my first one abroad though (if undusting my unpublished trips goes far enough you may read this as "wait for it").
So, late June 2009, I plan to meet my partner in crime at Innsbruck as she'd be coming down from Czech by bus. Prior to this I drive from Athens to Patra's port to take the ferry to Venice, Italy. My trip is much longer but much more scenic as it involves a stop at the port of Igoumenitsa: