How much more punishment can I take

Today we are booked for combination bike ride and wine tasting (what could possibly go wrong? )in the Wachau Valley.

Following a traditional Austrian breakfast of half a boiled ox served with a thin crepe we walk to the tour office taking in random Viennese architecture.

We meet up with our tour group who are mostly Yanks. What I really like about the denizen of the USA is how softly spoken they are and always willing to listen to the opinion of others...............NOT!

We hop on the train and alight in the town of Krems on the not so blue Danube. We pick up our bikes and ride off among the vines and beside the aforementioned river.

We stop for our first wine tasting which was just fine and then to lunch of mediocre schnitzel and chips(should have been noodles).

Then more riding until disaster strikes as the front wheel of my trusty steed gets caught in a level crossing (yes they still exist here) and I am thrown down unceremoniously just as a high speed goods train comes around the corner but I am dragged out of harm's way by my lovely wife. Anyway despite major life threatening injuries and a replacement bike from the team car I rejoin the pilot peloton and another round of wine tasting.

I drag my battered and bruised body back to Krems. (Based on a true story)