Elbe and to the bahnhof. My train won't leave for an hour, but the
cafe wouldn't let me sit there without buying something, and I only
have .80 Euros in my pocket. My clothes, my jacket and my backpack are
thoroughly soaked.
This is without a doubt the crappiest weather I've experience since
arriving in Europe, even in Sweden. The wind must be blowing 20-25
knots, the rain is blowing sideways and permeates into everything, and
the visibility is about 300 metres. Yesterday, conversely, was
gorgeous outside, and I wish I could have experience Bad Schandau
then. I would have stayed longer for sure.
The boat is small and the river runs swift. I'm joined by a middle-
aged German couple, and we continue to remain at the dock. There is a
small enclosure at the stern of the boat with 4 small tables and
booths, where i compose this entry. The wheelhouse is forward.
The Elbe valley is beautiful, and as I sit on the river, I get a neat
feeling from gazing upstream. The high sandstone cliffs rise on either
side of me, giving the area a surreal, closed-in feeling, partially
created by the weather, and creating a sort of mystery around the
town. The captain has just returned and we're departing the dock. I'm
freezing in my damp clothing, relief hours away in Prague...
