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Garry has seen me on my first day on the slopes, when I sucked at snowboarding. He has seen me gently improve over the years such as I sucked slightly less at snowboarding. He's a very supportive and empathetic character and gives wonderful feeling praise when he sees you doing good. I could not wait to show off Don the freestyler’s new skills. We had a run or two down the mountain together, I showed off, it was fun. I even convinced Rory and [forgot her name ...
... 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 ...
... protect my noggin. Maybe kneepads too.
I had earmarked today as the day I will return to Bad Gastein for old-time’s sake, to dance on the tables at the Swedish bar and watch the guy singing and playing guitar while downing shots and if I’m really lucky: vomit into the guitar. The route over the mountain started with the T-bar (no sexual partner this time) across some blues (freestyle jumping), getting a bit lost at spaghetti junction followed ...
... food at these fests).
We finally wandered back out of the old town around 8:00 and headed back up to the restaurant we ate at the first night in Salzburg called Bausto. Because the waiter indicated it may rain tonight we ate inside. Cheryl had the Tyrloean dumplings (as selected by the waiter), I had the same pizza and salad and we each order a Trumer Pils beer, the award winning yummy beer.
And that's when the fun began. We had been seated at a table for six and ...
... well as the Italian marble quarried in Italy and trucked up the mountain, was done in under two years – an engineering marvel, even by today’s standards.
Back to the village to wait for our bus 840 back to Salzburg – that was a bit of a hassle, but not worth including here. Suffice to say, we made it back to our B&B, tired, hungry, and more stressed and annoyed than we’d like.