Blisters on our blisters

Slept last night in a 5-star, narrow-guage-railway-platform shelter on the south bank of the river Mur. A bit draughty, but it did the job. We set off this morning at about 4:30 and are now sitting in St. Michael looking at the real Island in the Mur. 38 km upriver. Still trying to find an equally luxurious roof over our heads here. We have blisters on our blisters, but otherwise we are quite pleased with our progress.

Black Bull statue outside Gasthaus in St. Magareten.

The real Island in the Mur.