Back at the apartment we laid out all the kit to dry it for final packing - with the corona virus situation this would be our last night before all hotels were closed by order of the Austrian government.
As was usual this trip Bryon was angling for an afternoon stroll to loosen his muscles, and we headed out around the village ... Bryon looking at the mountains, but I was more taken with the farm houses ... one of these would be an excellent place to have all our hobbies under control.
Returning from our walk we found out that Germany was closing all its borders with Austria and Switzerland at 8am tomorrow. As we would normally return through Germany to get back home rather than pay games with the Swiss motorways then further on the french ones, adding a large cost to the journey. We decided to have dinner (chicken in tomato sauce, rice and vegetables) then head straight out for the channel ferries. This would negate any backlash from the German closures.
Shortly after 6pm we headed off towards the German border.
We passed the Bodensee as the sun dropped behind the horizon. The journey was started, and we travelled on through the night without any real incident, other than a need to pass into France before things closed up. Even this was simpler than we though without much evidence of what was to come.
We arrived at Calais just after 4:30 am and were allocated the 5:50 sailing ... lots and lots of trucks with only one line of cars, and vans and several coaches presumably rescuing people from holidays and cruises across Europe.
Uneventful crossing and a greasy spoon breakfast, we were home just after 9am... I did sleep well on the Monday night having struggled to stay awake through the day to avoid jet lag effects.
