Advertisement
Published: December 23rd 2007
Edit Blog Post
The Fellhorn Ski Lift
Heading up adn up and up So today, (or last weekend, whichever way you want to look at it) Warren dragged me off in search of snow!
With word from the Algau that snow had finally started to fall, all the ski passes seemed to be open, so Warren and I headed down to the Fellhorn, possibly the southern-most ski field in Germany, very near the town of Oberstdorf (the town that we visited last year with the giant ski jump...). We left a wet Ulm and after driving for around 40 minutes we started to see little bits of snow here and there...
Oh and we saw the wierdest thing ever! This family in a campervan, dragging a smart car on a trailer... taking their freaking smart car on holiday with them!! Why don't they just take the car and spring for a cheap hotel? No picture alas, but it was pretty freaking funny...
Once we reached Oberstdorf there was snow everywhere - it was awesome, trees were just covered, it was a freaking winter wonderland!
So, Warren grabbed his skis, whacked on his ski boots and we started the walk up to the ski lift. Warren and
Wally's hat...
Just blowin in the wind Christine have season ski passes, so I got to be Christine for a day!
We went up to the top and it was like... I don't know, it rocked. There were skiers EVERYWHERE... little kids running around with massive snowboards - like nothing I had ever seen... I was both very excited and scared to be there. Excited coz it was just the most amazing thing I had ever seen, and scared as I was so far out of my element I would have needed a tourist visa.
We took another lift up to the very peak, where you could wander out and look into Austria.. you know, just stroll over and see another country - too cool. Warren left me in the cafe up the top and hit the slopes for an hour or so, and I hit the bar and sat in the warm cafe at the top of the world with my Radler.
A Radler is a shandy... except over here everyone drinks them... I guess they're like light beers over here, but they're super awesome, and I'm totally bringing them back man... that and calling your mobile phone a 'handy'
My new boots
Thank eff by the way, for damaged achillies tendons... I would have been sliding like a mutha in my old docs up on this ice I freaking love it! Oh and can I bring back some of the weather as well? The new jacket I bought is just too cool not to wear again...
Tear... :'(
So yes, there I was, drinking my Radler, staring out at a million mountain peaks, and Warren comes along and joins me for a beer and some sort of desert thing which I totally forget the name of, however, it is a must have if you visit the slopes in the Algau... It's this big old dumpling thing, that looks to be steamed, they put it in a bowl and then pour watery custard and heaps of poppy seeds over the top. The dumpling itself is filled with a tart plum jam-like thingy... Can't say I was the biggest fan, but poppy seeds just aren't my bag baby.
So Warren left me again, his plan was to ski down into Austria (as you do) and then catch a lift back up, then another across to where I was, then ski to the bottom whilst I raced him using the lifts... My plan was to sit outside in the sun as it got colder,
Birds looking for treats
I guess not even a very long flight stops them... and read my below par Deaver novel and watch cute little birds scavenge for treats.
Oh, and to take wanky self portraits. So about an hour went by and my hands had officially ceased existing... like holy crap they were just gone. So I wandered in to have a look at the lift as a group was arriving, a group which included a limping Warren. He had hit some icy snow and hurt his knee again, and then, since I am a wally who left her mobile phone at home in Ulm, had to catch like three lifts up to get me.
So we headed down the mountain, me snapping pictures and Warren smiling through the annoyance and pain :P
We drove back to Ulm (thank crap Warren could still drive, I mean I did offer to, but I don't think I was remotely up to driving on the icy roads... or the autobahns) as Warren had his rugby teams Christmas party that evening. The party was pretty cool, nice people, not the best venue, but it was really nice. We went to this bar called the Puffa bar (pronounced poofer) and I had
Self shot
in the blue blue sky my first Afri Cola - which was ace, I am a fan.
The bar was strangely reminiscent of the club that Anne-marie had taken me to, Eden, the old strip club... carpet on the walls again, small and groovy, a really hot bar chick who looked just like Maggie Gyllenhaal in Stranger than Fiction... I could have stayed there all night.
Warren was crunk man! At the restaurant they had had a boat race and a trivia game, both which saw Warren skull 2 freaking halbes (like a half litre) of beer each in like not even 5 seconds - it was freaking awesome, I have never been prouder!
I am possibly easy pleased however...
Advertisement
Tot: 0.096s; Tpl: 0.011s; cc: 10; qc: 53; dbt: 0.0646s; 1; m:domysql w:travelblog (10.17.0.13); sld: 1;
; mem: 1.2mb
Sarah
non-member comment
again
you and warren are twins!!! ok i'll shutup about it now sorry my comments suck dude. i love you!