After the previous day of lots of uphills, today would be quite the opposite. Müstair is right at the border to Italy, so after just a few minutes I had already crossed the border. From there on I was on the italian cycling paths, which where quite impressive. I followed a nice path down the valley along a river, down to Meran and all the way to Bozen. The path was almost always far away from any cars, instead there were neverwnding fields of appletrees on both sides. It was a nice change of pace after the exhausting previous day. In Bozen I went in to the lovely city in the evening to walk around a bit, the campsite was just outside the city.
