Friday, 15 August 2003. It's our last day in Austria and it dawns both wet and misty.
We can see down the road, but the cows high up on the hills above us can only be located by the tinkle of their alpine cow bells. The Austrians were suffering the same sort of luck that we are used to in the north west of England. It was a public holiday and chucking it down!
We hadn't fancied the coach trip for today and instead we got a taxi to the station in Wörgle, (pronounced "Vurgle") the nearest large town, and then a train to Kitzbühel.
When we got to Kitzbühel, it was just as wet and miserable as Niederau had been. But worth a look round anyway, with its multi-coloured buildings, shops and pavement cafes.
After the train ride we started off with a warming coffee under awnings at one of the cafes. There seemed to be a lot of cyclists in town.
It being a public holiday, many of the locals had been to church in their best clothes and despite the umbrellas and the rain, gave big smiles for the camera.
Ah... We have found out why there are a lot of cyclists around the town as a loud siren heralds a fire service vehicle leading a crowd of peddling wet people charging at speed behind them!
Blimey! There's a lot of them! Excuse me... can I just cross...? That would be a "no" then...
Watching them racing round and round the town, following some sort of circuit is exhausting... we go for another brew.
The multi-coloured buildings as mentioned before. They do look a bit better in sunshine perhaps! We ponder on lunch but decide to do something daft before eating. Onto the next exciting (daft) episode...
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