When bravado hits the fan

Trip Start Dec 11, 2012
Trip End Oct 17, 2013

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Flag of Austria  , Austrian Alps,
Thursday, December 13, 2012

I think it would be safe to say that we had the biggest entourage at the airport. With our parents fussing over the clingwrapping of our suitcases and whether we had remembered to pack our passports and change of winter clothes (I forgot my tights. My mother almost wept looking at my shorts) we must have looked quite a sight. Our resolve not to cry crashed and burned when we turned around as we went through the boarding gates to see our group of eleven waving and shouting goodbye through the glass. Around about then it sunk in that we wouldn't see most of them for an entire year. As said, crashed and burned.

Everyone knows you that if you have a free seat next to you, you will either have a) the sleazy business man b) the old couple that snore or c) the fat smelly man. As it happened, we had d) the two-year-old. We had a lovely conversation about how all the people on the plane have ears, before he promptly ate the tv headphones. Finally arriving in Istanbul, Claudia and I thought we could pass the time as we do best - food. Picking up a can of orange juice, Claudia let out a squeal that made an innocent shopper drop her groceries. The coke sized can of orange juice declared itself to be a smacking €7.50. We decided to ignore hunger pangs by passing out on a nearby bench instead.

In Munich Claudia couldn't decide if her nerves were from the fear that our bags had ended up in Timbuktu or because we were going to meet her old friend Oscar at the Starbucks we had yet to find. I'm happy to report that our luggage made it in all four pieces and that only one mildly elderly lady was flattened in Claudia's haste to reach Oscar, who had traveled in especially, despite the fact that he would just have to do the entire journey all over again for his flight to South Africa (oh irony of ironies) that evening.

But what 18 hour flight would be complete without a further 5 hour taxi ride? Not being ones to underachieve, we piled into our holiday shuttle that would deposit us in Salzburg for our second taxi. Our taxi driver was very friendly once we assured him that the Apartheid regime had ended, quite some time ago in fact. So friendly, that he promised to show us all the local pubs - first two drinks on him. We declined when he offered us his spare bedroom.

Finally - FINALLY - we reached our hotel... only to find the doors locked. But, aha!, a doorbell! No one answered. After running around the hotel once and accepting the fact that we would die on the doorstep on the first day of our gap year, not from the highly anticipated end of the world, but frostbite, Herr Bauer threw open the doors, ushered us into the bar and fed us tea, smoked reindeer sandwiches, biscuits and a 2003 merlot. After breakfast on the plane (it could have been yoghurt and muesli, it could have been oats, for all we know it could have been Weetbix) I thought I was going to melt into the carpet. Then the forms came. Not our finest moment. In our defense, we were severely sleep deprived and YOU try filling out a German form, but Herr Bauer must have taken one look at us and thought what the hell he had just gotten himself in to.

After accepting his fate and probably cursing the day he decided to give those "Damen aus Suedafrika" a chance, he reluctantly handed over our room key. We're on the top floor (the fourth) in a small attic room. Our double bed is the main feature, but once we'd unpacked (Raph's forgotten items: tights, the guidebook, ski underclothes; Claudia's forgotten items: zero) we decided that we'd be able to call these five square meters home for the next four months.

Our next mission: find winter clothes that are able to protect us from the -17C cold - and that's on a sunny day. The thought of the 30C sun of a few days ago makes me want to cry a little, but my tears would probably freeze to icicles and I'm not up to snapping those from my eyeballs. However, waking up to the postcard winter wonderland view from our one tiny window, gives both of us a very geeky goosebumpy thrill of antici...pation.

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Inga Hitzeroth on

I am glad you made it! Hope the snow stays.

Raini on

Gut so, immer weiter schreiben. Oma wird sich freuen und hier bei mir lesen. Ihr habt es schon gut, auch wenn es mal hart wird und " Heimweh" aufkommt. Enjoyed ;-)

aquirkybunchof2 on

Danke! :)

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