Can’t help ourselves. We saw the large falls of the Lech River and a beautiful lake that adds to the river’s attraction. Back home and another walk around town discovering new things, rediscovering old ones. We are discussing the possibilities as I write.

Firstly I have found a local bus that goes to the source of this river. I’ve done this with others and I get a real kick from it, maybe it’s about going back to how it all started like this journey of ours, and gauging how I’m honouring it or not. The source is about 2 hours away but on the bus we will be seeing wild rivers, probably drunk out of their minds. We will leave the bus or it will leave us and when we’ve had enough we’ll board the next bus and so on. I’m excited and Corrie is putting up with my boyish ways. I found the bus driver leaning against his bus, like he’d had enough of boys things, and then I come along.

So he’s not excited but I imagine, unlike Corrie, he once used to experience this feeling, sad oh so sad. But he showed an interest as did my wife, so that was something. At 0913 we’ll be off on a very short adventure and I can’t wait to see what feelings we are left with post the source.