Today may goal was the “Schröcken pass“ which I believed to be directly at the name giving village of Schröcken. But arriving here after 70 km and 1300 altimeters I had to confess I was not reading the contours properly. The pass is only 6km from here but 640 altimeters higher. This broke my spirit. The only open hotel here was huge luxury resort. The front desk manager, looking at my depleted face, offered me almost a reasonable price. So I parked my muddy bike in the garage alongside with shiny Porsches and BMWs. Following the crowds I got soon indulged into thee fancy saunas and other amenities. My justifications: a) my wife warned me not to overstretch my “bikin string” and  b)yes, money counts but we live only once 🙂