Sunday, August 15

Well, as luck would have it, a taxi with a trunk big enough was standing in the stall, while the driver was not all too happy, we managed to get the bike in. It was an early flight via Frankfurt, I had to rush a bit in transit to make the flight to Vienna and not even an hour later, the city laid at my feet.

We landed on time, my bike arrived in the box in a stable condition. My dad picked me up in Vienna and dropped me off at my partner’s place. I was ready – though somewhat physically exhausted, but full of experiences, tan, having lost some weight - for the next chapter of my life, beginning the following day.