seven hours of the evening, full storm, snowing so hard that there is not even a trace on the ribbon of asphalt. There are only 30 km to arrive in Salzburg but it is too dangerous to continue. The bike skid and even if they are moving, are covered with snow, the head lamp emits a dim light through the build-up in this front.
So we decide to stop at the first roadside restaurants to decide what to do. The body says it's time to take a break, the cold is disintegrating tulle calories available.
Here's the cartel, only 4 km, the highway is slightly downhill and I can already see the goal. Devour that last stretch and we arrived.
keeps snowing heavily, the service area is overrun with tourists and neatly without any worries in and out of huge buses.
Their eyes meet ours, in a mixture of admiration and pity behold the voice that distract us from our thoughts ... A young man in a ski suit approaches us and says "Are you crazy?" He smiles, there strix hand, calls for more information about our "crazy" journey, he also wants to know why we are there, but do not really have an answer to that question or maybe ... But this is another story.
I just wanted to tell whence came the name "Crazy Elephant" everything here; mad elephant, the elephant over the Alps to go where it meets the pack, where you can feel the adventure, where there are no cages or public, but only other elephants.
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