Ro has failed to mount a serious challenge to my natural capacity to lead and drain bottles of overproof rum. He's got a thick head and has been appointed as my domestique. Passau and the Danube are half an hour away.
I like the rolling-reports - and feel some sympathy for Ro as I don't recover from hangovers all that easily these days either.
A bit of pedal action and lots of water should set him up for another run-on-the-rum tonight. He might not be a fitter cyclist by the end of the "tour" but he'll sure be able to drink his mates under the table when he gets home.
The man is in awe of me. I was recognised in Passau today from my visit there last year. The tuxedo cycle shirt helped an indelible impression or was it last year's overfilled lycra?
The serious cycling starts tomorrow -destination Linz.
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