Salzburg

Thursday: We awoke to the tranquillity of Mozart's classical music and the realisation of how much we had actually drunk the previous night. The hangover however, was nowhere to be seen (for now at least) due to us only drinking the finest 'Gold Label' wine. A belated sad goodbye was said to the most amazing hosts and the sails were set for salzburg, although no thanks to Bambi. When it rains, it pours and this had become no more profound than when riding on this trip. 'Sunshine with the occasional showers' was definitely not what we had been experiencing over the previous days. For this reason we found accommodation on the other side of Salzburg's notorious jungle. The day ended with an implosion of rubber, air and one fat ass.

Friday: The day entailed a wonder through the white city of salt of Salzburg, that sell-burgers as best as the rest, seasoned to perfection... as well as lovely architecture, theatre air and the best customer service in a Sports Direct this side of the Danube. Giro del Mondo journeyed up to the castle, but the military guard denied access after the previous violations within the EU. However, spirits remained high and the team headed to the red bull aviation museum where three engineers had to have a quiet moment to themselves. After this special moment, on the way back to the hostel, the team met the red bull air race team coordinator. The team then were head over heels in love with her, but their social-awkward nature of their profession denied them the capabilities to act upon their instincts. Peters stomache tire implosion was hence fixed and an incredibly late journey outwidth Salzburg to Germany (the fourth country) was made to Christoph's.