On the way from Passau to Bratislava I didn’t have to wait for anyone, nor did anyone have to wait for me. This is an advantage when going man himself. In addition to the fact that I had time to take pictures of a new camera, I could stop it anywhere and whenever something was intrigued. Therefore, even this blog post is conceived more less than a photoblog.
Still a few days before Saturday’s move to the German town of Passau I didn’t know how to get there. The crisis plan was the transport of the train that I had left in the backup in case there would be nothing better. Shaking with nearly 5 metre boat weighing almost 30 kg and another about 35 kg of luggage train is not anything I would like to try. Not to mention that I absolutely had no idea how I would get from the station somewhere to some of the rivers. Fortunately, I ukecal my friend, who finally agreed to throw me there by car. Thank you! We set off early in the morning so that we were already in front of lunch and you can walk back to the city and find a place to put on the water. 370 km a long way we had a break through the highway in about 4 hours.
At the Austrian border, the troops were waiting for soldiers with males who stopped all the cars following the highway and those suspected to condemve the side of the control. Passau is a point where almost all refugees are getting to Germany and beyond to the west and the server. Thus, the Schengen area is really already an illusion, since it is not possible to move freely in it. Even approx. 50 km after the city, I saw a patrol flight of Apache helicopters, which in approximately hourly intervals made the overflight over a hilly forest terrain.
People from the Organizational committee of the TID warned me that nowhere in the dam or in Passau will not get to water. After arriving in the city I started looking for a place where it can be safely tuned. Just below the Kachlet area was a luxury place to go and so, we were in peace to choose the city.
In the city centre, there were more than 10 places to get on. Only later I learned that entering the water on the right side is forbidden. However, this is prohibited only for TID participants. Someone therefore invented a pointless ban for himself. I am officially beginning up in neighboring Austria, so I actually did not violate anything.
The center of Passau, we went first to the Danube waterfront, later along the waterfront of the Inn River in about 2 hours. A very nice historic town with lots of sights or a university campsite.
The southern side of the historic centre is formed by a high stone barrier in which the amount of lizards lives.
Ryska at the church and also many other construction sites shows great floods from the past. The almost completely upper is the year 2013.
After the sightseeing of the city we gave lunch and each one has delivered its way. Kamoš back to Slovakia and I actually also, just kayaking. The first camp in the village of Erlau waited about just 15 km, so I had a hill of time in the evening. I was still a city after the Danube and spared a piece against the stream of the Ilz River, whose confluence with Danube had previously covered the cruise ship. The law is called the city of Passau, the city of Three rivers. All three meet in one place.
I almost missed the camp in Erlau because he was disguised as trees and was not marked at all. It was actually just a meadow on the outskirts of the village. After a total of unpleasant rocks I pulled the boat ashore. I have brought people to me to help me, but no longer needed. They told me that the ramp is about 300 m below the camp. As the whole day was under the clouds and places it rained I started as the first to build a tent. As soon as I built it, I came to note that it would be a good idea to put it at least 100 m away, because there will be a night toasting. After me, it repeated several other people. I understood it until the fire was lit. About toasted Mamuta. The fire was higher than the surrounding trees.
I have been acquainted with a lot of other kayakars. When I already had the problem of absorbing other incredible stories from rivers and seas, I decided to go for a little exploration of the neighborhood. Finally, the survey lasted a couple of hours. First I went around the Danube, later I was lost in the woods.
After returning to the camp, I still converted with the vodka from different countries and went to sleep. It started raining around midnight and it rained several other days with small breaks.
I took advantage of the moment when she stopped raining for a moment to pack the tent and set off on the water. The Danube stretch of a long 33 km led in an infinite long magnificent valley overgrown predominantly by the leafy forest. Where there is a small village from behind the bend.
A moment I arrived at the dam of Jochenstein. It can be conveniently circumvented. Again, it broke down. Kayak I parked under the roof and I went to pass after this very old dam. The view of the valley under the dam stood for it!
This upper section of the Danube is only sparsely populated. There’s hardly any cars here. The only human movement outside the villages were boats and cyclists driving after the bicycle Magim EuroVelo 6. This path of over 4400 km connects the Black Sea and the Atlantic Ocean across Europe. It copies six rivers and is therefore almost plain. Opposite villages were associated with a stack. The comps were mainly used by cyclists.
Afternoon I arrived in a camp in the small village of Inzell. The sun came out so I built a tent, put dry up all the wet things, she filled herself in the Danube, cooked her dinner and set off to explore the country.
I tried to get on the crest because I was hoping to see a more contiguous piece of river basin. After about ten kilometers of walking the head of the shore I finally found a trail leading up to the woods. I was optimistic about the watch, and I had a kneeling down the hill until I arrived after the robe where the road ended. I have delivered a rocky terrain further, but after some half an hour I gave up. I had feared just sandals and a couple of times I managed to fly a few feet down and knock my feet.
After having matured at least a piece of water, I went on to an even more challenging way down, where I managed to hurt the heel in the right leg. Fortunately, I always carry a pharmacist with me.
After returning to the camp I repeated the bath in the Danube, put a beer in the nearby pub and fell asleep.
The forest country continued further 50 km until the third largest of the Austrian city of Linz. The villages and towns were gradually added to the castles.
After the passage of Aschach and Ottensheim, the asphalt road leading up to Linz was soon discovered on the left bank.
I was classically after the position of the tent and bathing in the Danube started out on the exploration of the city and, in this case, the buying of the passing stock. The closest open shop was about 3/4 watch walking distant. I decided that I will make a collector through two bridges and back I will go along the opposite side of the Danube.
The center of this very modern city has made me so appealing that I have given you some 2 hour walk. I also found the Eurospar shop, which were the biggest foods I saw in life. He doesn’t leave the American Walmart. 10 minutes I was looking for a cashier. Quickly gone! Shopping does not do well, at least that they had in contrast to the Slovak shops everything deployed very intuitively. I purchased about the igelitku fruit and vegetables and set out to be called to camp on the other side of the Danube. Along the way, I still wandered for this sympathetic city.
Behind the Linzom hilly terrain sprayed the plane. A boring country with lots of industrial buildings directly on the Danube. This 40 km long route I would have quietly skipped.
For the error in the map, which I received I was reprinted the camp. Secondly, I wanted him on the opposite side and twice was impossible to navigate by river kilometres. The camp did not go directly to the Danube, but in his smaller shoulder. To make matters worse, it was not marked in any way. I got up under the dam of the Danube, where fortunately I met a couple of homemade kayakars that I probably want to go back. Another surprise was when I found out that the campsite is up on the hill. This could not invent a normal person. A few people were ponadalo, some also left. I built a tent and went to scour and reheat your sweaty clothes. I wanted to use the sun that just came out.
Today I did not go on the hike. I received an invitation to a vegan dinner. In fact, probably someone asked why I was not once on the Tidkski eternity and beer. I said I don’t eat meat so I wasn’t rude. After dinner, we had long talked and it was late for some of the exploration of the city of Wallsee. Too bad I wanted to pass through the bridge to the dam. In the city was in turn the castle. The dinner was fine, but I ordered one more. Others had a small bowl of some soups. After 40 km of padling it was a bit mockery.
The fifth day I conceived the rest. I was expecting less than 40 km. The morning about the first time did not rain and everything was finally dry, so I started out early in the morning. I put in a camp breakfast and coffee. I prefer to sleep in a forest outside of people, but such breakfast, which I do not have to do alone, can be kicked. Since the morning, the sun was roasted, so I immediately painted a layer of tanning cream and delivered to the road.
The country was pleasant again, even though the left bank of the Danube leamed the road. The Forest valley and the occasional village or town.
While I was shopped and a lot of fotil, so I came to the dam over Ybbsom very soon. Already shortly after lunch. This dam was supposed to be very complicated as regards the transferor. A bulk transition chamber was scheduled to 15.00. But I wouldn’t wait for at least three hours to enter the chamber. No big boat on the horizon. Because of the TID, they had some limitations. To whom they dare to ship, let them not go to the Danube. I would not let me in the chamber, so I went to risked here the implot. On the right side I stepped on a floating pier. Not very good for kayaks, but I managed to pull off the boat on the road. After about 200 meters of pushing the kayak I found out what the problem is. The only way to get the water was to meet about 15 m long concrete stairs. What already… I put my vest, for the case that I fall into the water. It was just under the discharge of the turbine and there was a very strong stream. After a half-hour moron I got safe on the water. Nice warming up. About 2 km below I found a meadow where I wanted to build a tent. When you try to step out of the water I told people that a little bit below is a ramp and it will go easier. One Kayakár was there already. He told me that he shouted from the dam up to YBBSU. The Carboron kayak would have gotten over those stairs to take off.
Since I arrived in Ybbsu very soon after lunch, so I decided that I’m going to run around the neighborhood and find some sort of shop where I add stocks. Along the way I met about 100 Kayakars who were based at the same time from the fairway. Nice show. In addition to the two opposite places, I also made the exitalia of the dam.
Sunny day I finished swimming in the Danube. I gave a walk to the city where I made the pier jumped into the water and swam at sunset until the camp. Tomorrow it disconnects from the group and I will try to come home a few days earlier, so that I will always connect two stretches into one. For three days I will try to pass almost 200 kilometers.
The sixth day I was more than a training concept. I started off with sunrise. And tried to go as quickly as possible. In addition to the bead of Melk dam I stood only once about 10 minutes until I had given a quick lunch.
The mountainous terrain has sprayed toward the end of the day lowbed. Wine region. In the rocks were made terraces where the Vinohrad grew. I was in the county of Mautern. There was a hill of people who came to spit out if just to be fated. When the tent was built, a massive downpour was triggered and the number of people was significantly reduced. Opodiup’s was a beach bar where I had given dinner and knowing what I was waiting for tomorrow, I was going to lie down. I woke up before midnight to launch an alarm in the city. At night, sirens started. I didn’t feel good about it, especially when I was running around my head of mouse, whether it could be for example because of the fast-growing look of the Danube. I slept in a flood area about a meter above the water level. I ran out of the tent and checked the water level. Everything looked fine, i.e. up to the sinister hoot of siren and the amount of firefighting cars that I have seen to wash out after a nearby bridge. After roughly half a hour of siren, they were only heard by firefighters. However, it did not take a long time and the sirens started again. I haven’t kept it. I dressed up and started out on the survey. I wonder what’s going on. I arrived at the place where all the fire cars in the city were collected on the other side of the Danube. But I did not forgive me. The way back stopped me by the police, that what I am doing at night on the bridge with a camera. Yet the photo team, I told them. They didn’t know or didn’t want to tell me what happened so this day I don’t know.
On the penultimate day of my trip I was on the water already before the sixth morning. I had a very long and challenging journey ahead. The Danube almost never flowed.
After about 25 kilometers I arrived at the dam of Altenwörth, where I was due to another error in the map missed the ramp for unloading the boat by about 3 kilometers. I arrived to the fairway and I knew it was wrong. I then pulled the boat over the stone dam and I headed it to the other side of the dam. The only way to get into the water was to throw up the water boat from the pier about 3 metre height, jump into the water, replenish to the shore and attach. Fortunately, she caught up the power plant and selected the way I told me to return those 3 kilometers back and transfer the boat to the side arm, or wait for the boat and go through the chamber. I could wait I could not afford it because I needed to get to Vienna after the light. Excellent walk with a fully laden boat. It was even further, the shoulder was also not the closest. When I transferred the boat to the Danube again, he let go of the perfect downpour. Around for the reward. What I saved in the morning due to an early standing up, I now lost.
Only after the next dam Greifenstein was the Danube as oil. I went already over 50 km without a break and started to shake my foot.
The carrying of the right side led through the magnificent lake, at the end of which was the castle. Before the transfer back to the Danube I had negotiated the last fruit and with the concern that it was not managed to do so in Vienna, sat on the water.
Under the dam, however, the Danube flowed more quickly. It was not the Danube on which I used to, but against the last 50 kilometers, it was a parade.
The Danube has already started to resemble the Slovak.
Don’t believe. In the devil I see the Vienibian skyscrapers. They are still far away, but I start to see the light at the end of the tunnel. A steamer feeling.
Here somewhere is starting Vienna. I realized that I already have only a few DCL water and from Freudenau Dam to Orthu I do not remember any place where water can be charged. I tried a luxury yacht club. I parked between the yachts and stinky I ran into the bar. When I said from where and where I go, I got in addition to 3 bottles of chilled mineral and congratulations.
In the city, the Danube is flowing in full force and I am enjoying the last kilometers.
But I couldn’t find any place to sleep. I reached the dam, behind which the national park begins, where it is forbidden to camping. So I built a tent on the dam itself, right next to the bike trail. Despite my determination and the knowledge that comes a strong wind storm, I failed to kill the country’s only set pin. I was in there, therefore, difficult things and hoped not to die. Symbolic. Three days later, the tornado was swept here. The last meal that I had were pasta. I was already tired enough and when I poured the water off the pot, so I poured them on the ground. There remained only a few that I threw into instant soups. I went through about 85 km after the water and a few more walking with a fully laden boat. I closed my eyes and I woke up in the morning. The tent of the Fujavica survived.
The last roughly 55 kilometers split me from Bratislava. It was a beautiful sunny morning. I applied a layer of tanning cream and I gave up on the way home.
Along the way, I was a girl with an administrator of the Donau Auen Franzom National Park, who was going to go on a boat against the stream. He didn’t even paddle, just a long rod, which he examined forward. He told me about the park. Especially about the shoulders of the Danube that you like to go through. But now they were one of the unmet due to the low Dunaju. This first under the vieday I tried to go through, but as Franz said, I had to turn around.
I did not resist the magnificent beach and I stopped to peel off. I had a hill of time so I got a moment and went through the forest.
Bratislava was welcomed by a strong pour. I was looking forward that I was almost at home so I did not even carry out an already so well-painted exercise in which I moved to the feet of the scarf and jacket. I just hid the sandals into a boat so they weren’t completely wet.
And I’m in the shipyard. I deploy the wheel and pull the boat up to the hangar. A couple of kayakars don’t understand what I’m going to do with a laden boat into that hill. I reassure them that I had this last 8 days a day coached. I unpacked, washed up the kayak first, then herself and slept on the terrace while waiting for the removal.
Congratulations to anyone who got to the end. Any questions I will answer below in the discussion.