Monday morning we arrived at the small village of Durnstein around 6am. It’s claim to fame was that Richard the lion heart was held captive here for three months whilst his ransom was gathered. We were departing at 10.30 am and as we were awake at 5.30am we decided to get the e-bikes and tour the village. Everything was very sleepy and apart from the odd early morning dog walker nobody there was no one around which was a pleasant change after Vienna.
I have decided I Love e-bikes, put them into gear, turn up the e-power and glided up the steep hill like a professional cyclist. Was quite alarming to actually be passed by the winner of the Tour de France as he sped past me up the said steep hill, as my thighs groaned loudly even with the turbo boost in high gear. Not sure what the Tour de France winner actually looks like but must have been him – who else could pass fifty something nana with full power boost on, going up the hill.
Back on the flats and still quite early so headed off to the next steeple on the horizon. We got the bikes up to 25 kms an hour along the river path, which makes it pretty exciting. So with fifty something nana, intrepid traveller ego back in tact we headed back to the ship.
We sailed on again and soon arrived at Melk where we headed to Melk Abby. Was yet another grandiose display of wealth and religion but somehow the story was told quite well of how they had adapted through out the last 900 years and remained a part of their community. Part of it now a school for over 500 students.
Left here and headed up to a castle ruins high on the top of a hill and drank beer and bubbles whilst listening to Austrian folk music. Wh proceeded to climb every rampart available whereas I decided that staircases hanging of the sides of sheer vertical drops are quite simply never a good idea.
I did attempt to follow wh with where you go I will follow enthusiasm, but clinging to the handrail with your eyes nearly closed is a bit dodgy looking and not the picture of 50 something intrepid traveller I want to invoke, so considering I had only just recovered from hill passing episode I decided to just wait it out at the bottom and peek through the windows.
Arrived back at ship for dinner where we ate at the Italian restaurant. You only get to eat in this one once and that’s by invitation so had to opt in. The atmosphere was nice, the staff lovely but as in general here the food is just not that great. It’s not bad but it’s just not good. It always feels and tastes like a smorgasbord even when it’s not. There is certainly tonnes of it but simple freshly cooked food seems hard to find.
Another downfall of all this plentiful food on constant supply is that you don’t eat local nearly enough and eating local is part of the whole travelling experience.
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By far the biggest downfall has to be the See food diet. For example: for Breakfast they have a quick breakfast which consists of orange juice, muffins and croissants. None of which I am a fan of but if you go down to the main breakfast I am ruined.
My mind starts in a place of “I feel like some yoghurt maybe three teaspoons full with 2 pieces of melon and perhaps a boiled egg” Yet somehow that becomes – Yoghurt, with maybe some fruit, oh and the bacon looks crunchy, next to the grilled tomato, and nope don’t need a pork sausage ,can get by without that and yep 10 points for going past the homemade hash brown but the absolute worst of all is that no matter which way you turn, the freshly bakes baguette with of course butter call your name.
They have the most delicious bread here and I can say it is irresistible. It becomes the highlight of every breakfast no matter how hard I try to ignore it. I have had this problem before in France but few other places. The dreaded baguette baked fresh each morning.
We have yet to go to lunch in the dining room because we are either out roaming or still recovering from breakfast but in the lounge they have what they call a light lunch so if onboard with the call of a couple of lettuce leaves, a carrot stick and two slices of tomato I pick up a bowl. I walk with ease past the olives, the cheese, whatever meat selection, the creamy dressings, but there again lurking in full view are those bloody baguettes. I am nothing but weak willed baguette eating traveller.
Today’s cruising has been really scenic and more than pleased that we forwent the bus trips and chose this instead.
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Tips for eating when river cruising
when timetable allows always eat local
beware of the dreaded freshly baked baguette. Be afraid, be very afraid.
Make use of room service, often more relaxed, definitely more intimate, view out the balcony better than the dining room and solves the seefood diet issue.