I wandered around an earily quiet island on the early morning of day 4. Early islanders were getting up, while late islanders were getting their last beer at 8:00 in the morning. This spot on the northern end of the island must be the most idyllic place to pitch your tent; waking up to the returning of chirping birds and the serene sounds of the Danube flowing. You just have to hope there are no flash floods.