Bags are packed.
We are ready
Breakfast has been transferred from the table to our stomachs.
Anticipating no food till night, when we would probably cook our first meal in many days.... we give in to the sin of Gluttony.
For today, will be the day, we drive across countries, across borders, across mountain passes, on the Alpen roads, to Switzerland.
Yes, the most exciting and most anticipated part of the Journey was about to start.
There was excitement of course, and there was apprehension.
Driving on an Autobahn, or through towns and villages in Austria is good, and I had done that without any mishaps or major issues(except for missing turnouts).... but driving in Switzerland was a daunting task in itself.
First and formost, Europe is not one country. Its just like India, where every state has its rules. For example, in some states you need to have yellow strip on headlights, some want black, some want on side and some want on top. After complying with al regulations, you would end up with tape covering your entire headlights.
As far as Europe was concerned, we were confident our car was street legal, but then there were things like vignettes, and regulations, and road signs, and blah blah.
Switzerland, is not completely a part of EU, so signboards are slightly different(eg freeways are coded green and not blue).
Moreover, the swiss hate cars. When they see a car, they try to throw it in a cliff. They want you to take that train, or the Gondola, or whatever contraption they built up there in the mountains.
And then there are the cows. Dangerous ones, more ferocious than Bengal tigers. They can run across the road.
And last but not the least, many other dangers also lurk on swiss roads. One of them is cops. Armed with gadets which would shame terminator, they hide in the bushes, one with the cows, to snare you lest you get even a teeny weeny bit above the speed limit, or if you forget to switch off your engine at red light, or if you dare do do any tunnel blasting.
So it was indeed a daunting task.
I had gone through the "swiss drivers handbook", but going through it is like saying I browsed through wikipedia and now I can recite it in one go.
So all in all, exiting times.
But, as they say in all the Zen and art of existance books, you need to rise above all this, and live for now.
For now, we were still in Austria, and it was almost 8am
Time for some quick pics of the town.
As an omen, one of the first things I see is a porsche.
In the quaint little town of Sistrans, it looks at home, and its loud exhaust is soothing and calming.
And then, there is the soothing sound of diesel clatter, big diesel clatter. Its a tractor
A tractor an a porsche live in harmony in Austria, why can't they be friends here? I wonder.
and then the town church, illuminated by the sun, with blue skies in the background. You could sit here, and just watch
The empty morning roads
They start getting busy around 9, and then by 5 everybody is home to enjoy life. Wonderful aint it. Unlike us donkeys who start at 8am running battle royale on the roads, and then continuing the battle royale late evening.
And right opposite our hotel, there is somebody with excellent taste in choice of vehicles
and last but not the least, our hotel Gasthof Post. At 56EU per night, its a good deal, esp since the breakfast has eggs! And do not forget the WIFI too. Even if the signal is too weak in most rooms.
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A pic of the facade
Finally, its 8pm, the 90 american donkeys in french skin are all wamed up, and ready for the road.... Bring it on!