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Though I have a feeling Munich wouldn't let me down I know weather probably will. And if I would survive it in my (partially) motorcycle gear I wasn't sure at all my partner in crime would in her casual outfit so it's time to head back South to Innsbruck on 2 road and leave Murnau behind:
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We're literally one breath away from the German border at Scharnitz where this cute building on the right is the local Catholic church:
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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.
Hence her pictures:
Not my first one abroad though (if undusting my unpublished trips goes far enough you may read this as "wait for it").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:
