For today, I intentionally planned a route through an unknown area to me. But while waking up, feeling my muscles and realizing the extra altimeters, I decided to let the others be heroes.  And took a partially known but definitely a more human route. 

Setting off, I tried to call my ex-colleague who originates from this area. When he called back, we agreed that he reached me exactly in front of the school he was attending as a kid.  To our mutual astonishment, there was no golden plate mentioning his name on the wall.  I was almost ready to talk to the headmaster to get it fixed. 

“Will also my horse find a roof over his head?” I ask the receptionist
“Horse?“
“Well, I mean my bike“
“So why do say horse?”
“Since it is almost a living being to me.“

This conversation happened in the city of Radstadt after 95 km and 1000 altimeters. Radstadt coincidentally could be translated as „bike town“. Today I actually wanted to further, but the heavy rain of the last hour inspired me again to let the others be heroes…