Pt3 - 3: AUSTRIA 29 th June – 3 rd July Jürgen presented us with a pair of monogrammed Hacker-Pschorr beer glasses as a souvenir of our stay, a gift he assured us he didn’t bestow on just anyone. We’ll miss the good cheer of Wartaweil, although I left the place with a hangover visible from space. The trip to Salzburg on the autobahn took five hours. Actually, it was more like a race. The expressways here are literally express , with speeds limited only to what your car can do. The bullet hummed along sweetly at a hundred and twenty clicks, disturbed only by the slipstreams of luxury marques whispering past at about mach 2. Big black Mercs with heavily tinted windows regularly loomed up in the rear view mirror then blurred by and were gone in a blink, leaving us to rock back and forth in their wake. There were so many of them you’d be forgiven for thinking there was a mafia convention up ahead. And lo, a miracle occurred as we approached the Austrian frontier – i...
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