Hotel Cristallo Arosa

... ber diesen Blog werden wir unsere Familien und Freunde über den Verlauf unserer Reise auf dem Laufenden halten und Eindrücke und Gedanken teilen.

Also dranbleiben! Am 27.1.2010 gehts los und wir werden euch hoffentlich mit abenteuerlichen und spannenden Geschichten unterhalten - hoffentlich auch alle mit happy end :).

We were planning to go to Liechtenstein but thought we may as well as it was sort of on our way. It's the worlds 6 smallest country so it would have been rude not to go..haha.

We didn't drive to the main town but to another.. where really there wasn't anything. I did get a photo with the tourist sign though. Had to somehow prove I'd been there!

... Obersaxen als Feriendestination, im Sommer zum Wandern, im Winter zum Skifahren. Wir selben verbringen seit Anfang der 70er Jahre vor allem im Winter unsere Wochenenden und Urlaube in Obersaxen. Es gibt unzählige Wanderwege und im Winter rund 120 km Skipisten. Ursprünglich waren es 3 unabhängige Skigebiete. Als erstes vorne das Gebiet um den Piz Mundaun, hinten ...

... both up the hills and down them!! They had just made it through the Flueelapass, but they had lost brakes, and so the vehicle was left on the road and they put their stuff in another vehicle to get to the nearby campsite. A short night later, they eventually got back to their vehicle, and found that it was OK to drive. Gaz had removed the bonnet, to allow the engine to cool more easily.

They ...

Our third stop of the day was our first in Austria. Now I was entering undiscovered lands! Feldkirch is right on the Switzerland border. The old town centre is surrounded by towers, and a castle sits on a hill above.

We explored Feldkirch and a few of its towers. The old town is quite charming with its colorful buildings, trickling fountains, and small shops. When we tried to ...

Work has been quite slow lately so since I had nothing better to do today, I took a train to Sargans, Switzerland, and then waited for a bus to Vaduz, Liechtenstein. I missed the bus that left 4 minutes after I arrived. By missed, I mean I couldn't find it until I saw it driving past me. And there are only two or three bus stands in Sargans at the train station, so it was completely due to a lack of intelligence on my part.

Once I ...

... was the best day of skiing in our combined memories. The best, that is, until Ron went and tore his calf muscle after spilling in the middle of the fresh powder. So the best day of skiing ended early as the non-English-speaking ski patrol managed to describe the injury as "kaput" and Ron and I headed to the only open doctor in the village (this being New Year's Day and all). Upon confirmation of the torn muscle, Ron started doping up on pain killers and we ended ...

... in, I came to a halt. Just as I was looking with scorn upon the mountain goats far beneath me, I rounded a corner and discovered snowfall covering my path. Not normally a problem, this was something different. Although it only covered the path for about 15 metres, and I could frustratingly see the path on the other side, it was the type of snow that I am quite wary of walking across - too crumbly to be sure of my footing, and lying at an angle of about 50° with ...

... surprise around every corner you turn. I found a small (really out of the way) cemetery, apparently Jewish. I went back to get Bev so she could see it, too. I got some great shots. (Shirley should be happy.)

The time to head back to Davos came all too soon. Once again, we traveled the back roads, this time by bus, and the scenery was just as awesome as it was on our train trip coming up this morning. We traveled up to the 6,000 ft. level, up and down and all around the ...

... finished our walk this morning the weather turned cloudier and cooler. We came back upstairs to our room for a little rest. I can’t believe that I’m still tired, even after being outside and walking around, so I lay down for about an hour. After our little break, we headed out (once more) to tackle the mountain behind the hotel. Just to get to the paths up to the mountain, I was huffing and puffing (have to note here that Bev took advantage of each rest stop ...