While I am busy in the back room dealing with e-mail, Jovica and Jan go over the beginning of the work. The drive from Salzberg east is miserable. Rainy, slow traffic, bad radio, boring. Austrian fields are a lot like German fields, only the rooves in the villages are more often black than red. The scale is smaller.
Fields are smaller.
The mountains are bigger and closer. For all that, I really don't like Austria. With food this good, the idea of taking the time and wasting the money to eat indoors does not arise. We wouldn't have objected to picnic tables, but after all this time, standing around, with the food on the car's hood , is quite all right. As Jovica had threatened, not far after Vienna we reach the border.