At this point I'd been riding all day, most of it in drizzle or deluge. The sun had already begun it's slide down the backs of the mountains, so sleeping arrangements and eating became a consideration I began to think about with increasing frequency. Europe definitely is not America. What a relief it is to not be assaulted by SONIC, La Quinta Inn, and SUPER 8 signs which would easily spoil the tranquil charm of the European landscape. There's a small price to pay for that, of course....and that's wondering, 'where the hell can I sleep tonight?"
And that's often a drain. You either make arrangements and then have to bust your cinnamon buns trying to get there, blasting by exits you'd like to stop and wander around in, so you can make your check in, meet the apt. owner or simply arrive before the lobby clerk locks the front door. Or you don't make arrangements, wander serendipitously all day, then fight off fears of minor panic when you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, starving and cold.
Despite the need to figure out my accommodations I'd probably never, ever see this exact stretch of land again, so I pulled off, snapped the shots and...what do you know.
Who needs signs when there's a place or two that can be found off of every other exit? 30 Euros later had myself a bed, shower, an opened can of tuna and this view:
There might not have been any heat, but I picked up a bottle of Rum at the only open store in town (a gas station--yes, a gas station that sells liquor! I love Austria!), and toasted my good fortune.
Though I sort of glossed over it--the day had started out--and continued to be--rather miserable (I skipped some parts, like spending 45 minutes trying to get gas (that's 45 minutes
after finding the station), for instance.) and then, viola....the clouds opened up to sunshine and just like that, calm gorgeous peace, a bottle of rum, some delicious tuna (I had two cans that night) and a warm sleeping bag inside a very cold room with a view that will go with me to my grave.
Lesson #278: Misfortune
is a temporary condition. Stopping is what makes it permanent.
It's easy to lose the resolve to continue moving in the direction we want to go, thinking bad times will continue forever. Fight the fatigue. Ignore the hopelessness. Awful neighborhoods, terrible weather, rainy days, bad luck and stinky farts are only temporary--so long as we continue moving.