Parga - Vienna

Nevertheless, after a vacation rather peaceful in comparison to earlier trips we have to think again of the journey home. From Sofoklis in the Kryoneri travel agency we could be already informed some days before at the hotel Oskar in Igoumenitsa. This hotel is seldom booked up - but sure is sure.

It is planned to depart in the later afternoon from Parga, however, besides, we catch ourselves to pack the last things already about 15 o'clock into the suitcases of our motorcycles . Our render Chrisoula watches us enthusiastically, like all this what was distributed in the room disappears in the suitcases and fields (Incl. 7 marvelous oranges which we consume not in Greece, they drive with us to Austria).
The resignation of her precipitates is more warmly than we had expected .

Let's drive! We drive slow by the scenery and with poor traffic soon we are in Igoumenitsa, where we go to "Oscar" and get a very nice room: the view forward to the harbor, big balkony, fridge, television and bath with bathtub around 35,- Eus for one night. The old box is not the best. The neon light "H" from "hotel" and a little color would be good for him. However, we do not need shine and glamor if we want a bed merely for a night .

We like to go to town, eat in "McDonalds from Igu", as we named tje lokal, surf in IC and something buy for the ferry boat. We go strictly the harbor promenade. Bevore the modern sculpture in the park we find "our" lokal. "McDonalds" is here - and the chef recognizes us. He is speaking a good germanEr spricht ausgezeichnet Deutsch and is of always good mood! We have to wait - food is ready at 18 o'clock and the lokal from then is officially opened .

Next to IC. Some meters into the street. 1 hour for 2,50 Eus and quick connection, that´s OK. We send the last mail from our holidays to vienna. From ferry boat it is cheap to telefone with phonecard to home. If you are in greek waters.

Buy in the little supermarket between the kiosk and than back to giro spit. The lokal is simply but good and cheap to eat. We take a little plate, what will be a big one?.

Afterwards a small after-dinner walk along by the sea back to the Oskar .

The next morning the alarm clock rings at 6:15 o'clock. We are just at the right time in the harbour to see running our ferry. She should put away around 8:30 what she also does well. This time the marshallers assign to us in "1-st floor" the place between railing and columns. We already know it. They leave us in rest to park and behave peacefully.

Über dem Meer gehen in der Abendsonne Gewitter ab, ein herrliches Schauspiel, das wir genießen, solange wir noch weit weg von Venedig sind. Bei unserer Ankunft in Venedig scheint die Sonne und es bleibt noch genug Zeit, um die ehrwürdigen Gebäude mit Morgenbeleuchtung zu fotografieren. Später, im Bauch des Schiffes, dauert es, bis wir unseren Parkplatz verlassen können.

 

Traffic jam in the access road to the SS11. Of the traffic regulator hand traffic light points on Red - he waves through us. A relief! We keep in the direction of Trieste. On the Italian tangent it is similarly like in Vienna at the rush hour. We touch it a local and drive past the traffic jam .

Before Udine a cloudburst gets us. The highway disappears in a water wall. Under a bridge (which disposes, unfortunately, of very much big and water-permeable expansion joints) I squeeze myself into a Louis-1x-raincoat. Small and handily it is, but if you wants to get in, you have to take off the boots. Not the Optimum if it drips from above from the side splashes and is wet below. Rudi refuses once more to go in plastic.
Barely in the raincoat inside, the rain stops so suddenly as he has begun. I remain in the plastik suit, because this is a little warmer. Somewhere after the mountains I pull him away from me ... to Vienna other rain remains us. (So much to the magic strength the raincoat.)



Briefly after the Austrian border which we pass without control, flashes a 100 kms/h restriction by our corners of the eye. Because, nevertheless, on the other kilometers no flight of danger, traffic jam or other one threatens and us, in addition, all the other vehicles we overtake, believe in a mistake and gas again. Then a 100 kms/h memorial tablet. No, this was no mistake. This was real! We are again at home. In the land of the jungles of road signs which are threatened not at all by the forest death but admirably prosper.