If I may, a few words about riding a bike. I don't do it at all in Oklahoma, though I should...it's great exercise. But bicycle seats, I've come to learn, aren't really seats as we think of them (that is, comfortable places to sit) as much as large, rock-hard barriers whose sole function is to keep the seat-post from going up your exit-port.
And after a few hours on a bike seat, the latter alternative doesn't sound any worse. Translation: numb ass.
A scene along the New Danube. Click pic to enlargenate, and notice sailboats in the distance.
Bucolic happenings on a late July day in Vienna.
This cooperative swan posed for me.
A barge along the Danube.
There are several rowing clubs along the Danube.
Here's a group going downstream.
Here's a group going downstream.
After several kilometers we came to one of our favorite spots along the river.
Here you can get a drink, or something to eat, and watch river life or get into conversations
with those at nearby tables. This ferry goes back and forth across the river every ten minutes or so.
Note hills in the distance---B's house is on the other side of those hills.
If you enlargify the pic, you'll notice a hydrofoil just at the top of the ferry, getting ready to blast off.
Schmaltzbrot. A thin layer of salted lard, some paprika, and some raw onions on bread.
We were out about three hours altogether, including our time at the little riverside rest stop. My legs were kind of tight when we finished and for a few minutes it was hard to walk. Which was nothing compared to the state of my inner area, which felt like it had been paddled every five seconds with an iron rod by an over-exuberant midget.
They say you get used to it.
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