Vienna to Gmunden - The start of the monsoon season

Monday morning was a wide and early awakening when lightning storms raged above the tent. The damage of this could be seen adjacent to the tent where another tent was flooded and its inhabitants nowhere to be seen, hopefully not drowned themselves... With the weather still on the grey side of things that almost deterred Black Mamba from jumping back onto the bike. However, Cherri performed a pep-talk to rival Pep Guardiola. We ventured towards Amstetten with no accommodation in mind... Enroute we did eventually found somewhere, but this required a deviation from the Danube into the hills at the end of the day that required each ounce of energy left. To then recoup this, a chilli con carne that resembled nothing like one was edible enough...

Tuesday: With our bellies super charged from the previous nights feast we began the day in the mountains. Black Mamba set off early so he could cruise at his own pace, however to only meet a German fixie rider who further pushed his boundaries. Meanwhilst, Bambi and Steven Spielberg had a lie in and tackled the mountains with venom but only to be led up the most dubious of mountain goat trails. Once reunited at the Danube the day was in full swing and the peloton once again better resembled a fleet F14's. With gusto, the team cracked on with questionable direction from Bambi. The day was long, but the end of near at 7 pm. However, Black Mamba's skin was shedding and struggped to carry on. With an energy injection from the sweet Mentos, he powered on.