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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 ...
... 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 ...
... painfully (albeit not fast). Now: playground! Jumps, tricks, falling painfully and congratulating yourself for doing so in a new and unique way. The single most rewarding day on the board ever (so far).
In other news, while doing the jumps, I was struggling to find the confidence jumping off ramps. I know the cure for this: Hot chocolate and rum. As it happens, I wasn’t ready for such a drink. I blame the chocolate. After lunch I ...
... 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 ...