Pension St. Leonhard
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... in my robe. Mrs Klammers, the owner, ushered me back out of the dining room with mention of dress code. I thanked her sincerely.
Tonight was to be light-graffiti night. I had finger torches and had not yet used them. We gave Mrs Klammers one set, she seemed amused.
Down at fest alm armed with finger torches, we had a lovely evening bantering. New great friends and acquaintances from the week coming up to say it’s been a pleasure, see you next ...
... than infectious, it makes you feel great. What a hero. I found this all very tiring. Hugh reminded me that I have lucozade tablets, they were necessary, I was crashing. Perked up I let out a sigh “get on with it, what do you think you are on a holiday or something?” Hannis prompted.
Windy afternoon back with Julian, this meant no return visit to the fun park as planned and just freestyle practice at lower altitudes, great ...
... piste, he inadvertently cut the snow, caused an avalanche, got into the path of the avalanche, fell over face down head first down the mountain and waited, able to hear the dull rumble of several tonnes of snow heading in his direction wishing to bury him, to die. He was with two friends. He didn’t die. They dug him out and collectively they took it easy for the rest of the day.
[Forgot his name] was very interesting to talk to, his philosophy was ...
... I found people in the fest alm attempting to pick up a Jägermeister from the floor, with their mouth, and without bending their knees. Other heroics were a big fella bench pressing a woman while standing up. The cover band were great again, I found several members of my class and danced. After midnight it was Patrick’s birthday, I gave him a piggyback to collect high fives from everyone. Went home with Mark, Garry must have snuck off to bed ...
... a snowball on the back of your hand - to do this you won a beer, I won a beer, but I had it revoked since I had stood Julian up the night before: I’d expected I could convince my buddies to head to Bad Gastein for old times sake but we got distracted with Bad Hofgastein’s offerings.
The après ski was at umbrella. The chap who offered to look after my wig was still wearing it, good lad, I asked him to continue to ...