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... from Garry’s class to tell me I’m an awesome snowboarder (sometimes praise doesn’t have to be sincere J).
Once down to Angertal, we found Mark, he’d already traded his gear in (cough) wimp (couth)! He very kindly agreed to come up the beginners slope to watch me and my new skills.
I then had a run with some of the ski instructors: they were learning the snowboard so the pace was lovely. I enjoyed that very much, got ...
... my thighs hurt.
Very very rewarding day, best day ever, again. I waited for the lads for apres ski for all of 5 minutes, then decided to disco nap. I got on the bus home, fell asleep and took that sleep straight to bed for a solid 5 hour disco nap.
I donned my pimp suit for a couple of hours out with the boys, nothing too strenuous. For the one-for-the-road Mark and I went into the Irish bar, they were kicking out so we did a shot and ...
... life and regret nothing. He is an entrepreneur working in rehabilitation from sporting injuries, travelling the world to help and inspire others who have had motocross accidents and broken their spine and so on. Genuinely inspirational character.
When hegblooms closed at 7pm I located some Irish lads and shared a taxi back to Bad Hofgastein to re-join my absconding chums.
I found them; we got drunk and had a great night. Drinks at the hotel. Fancy dress. ...
... dubious pleasure of regurgitating the hot chocolate and rum in front of my classmates. It’s actually quite uplifting to have that many people splitting their sides belly laughing, you can’t feel sick for long and have to join in.
Regardless of whether it was the chocolate or the rum, I was happy to stick to water for the remainder of the day and night. As such my photographic evidence is of slightly better composition. ...
... 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 ...