Passau-Wien By Bike - Part 5: riding in the rain

"Keep the glasses" I told myself and it was a good idea. I remember somebody in the last Tour de France said he had broken his glasses and rode 70 kms in the deluge seeing nothing. I put my old school cyclist hat under my helmet and it's working well. And I'm wearing a raincoat over my jersey, no gloves and shorts so my shoes are the only thing I'll really have to dry. 
Well, it's raining. Definitely it is. It started tonight and it was still raining when we woke up. We discussed the matter at break-fast and agreed to ride, refusing to take a bus till Melk. Our guide Lisa as zen as ever. So here we are, full equipped for the rain, on the bike-lane running by the river, occasionally climbing up to the road and conquently descending back to our path. 
Sure as hell after few kms it stops raining. We take off everything. Raincoat especially is a curse unless it's really cold and you are descending. "We avoided it. Riding was the right decision." we proudly say each other "We are not easily scared, two drops of rain never killed anybody..." ...and so on. And yep, I'm not scared but keep the glasses and the raincot on hand because that dark cloud by the other side of the river doesn't look any good.
Sure as hell few kms to Melk it starts raining again. Just in time to wet us from top to toe. Ok, the plann was to stop for lunch in the town of Melk and to visit the famous Abbey so there we go and also take the chance to change our clothes. And there is the point of the story where I feel a sparrow among pigeons. 
Melk Abbey is not a place among others, it has been one of the most important centers of the Medieval culture and its library still holds true treasures - have a look here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melk_Abbey - The building itself is worth of interest and eventhough Baroque isn't my favourite style I can apreciate a good exemple of it. Our guide instead has nothing to tell and suggests we just have a look to the church because that's free while the whole visit costs 12 euros. You should see her face when she adds that the church is Baroque: Italian pride and presumption that we have all the best at home and the rest is only mediocre. It works as well for Contemporary art in Linz or Wien. The troop is simply ignorant, not their fault if they share that narrow view and there is no point in explaining that a visit should be interesting and that we have to wait for the rain to stop: we wait siting outside, seeing nothing and talking bullshit about how Gypsies are thieves and you'd better kill them if you find them in your home because the police soon sets them free: "A policeman told me: kill them and hid the corpse: nobody ever come to ask for them." Then you go and visit Mauthausen. But yeah: that's only 3 euros in the end.
When we eventually leave it's still raining very hard. Full equipped we ride in silence up and down some very steep hills. The rest place is a Gasthof in nowhere - Mitterarnsdorf namely - but it's raining again and nobody fancy a walk.

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