If he was first on my hit list, he was quickly followed by Lufthansa. Who charged us 20 Euros per set of skis. We had four sets of skis and two sets of snowblades between us. So you can work out how expensive that was. Wouldn’t mind if they’d told us in advance. It would almost have been cheaper to have hired the gear in the resort. We’d also cut back on other luggage so that the snowblades wouldn’t put us over the weight limit. So that was a waste a time.
A first was to get paged on the airport public address system. Well it wasn’t me personally but Son. Who had left his bag unattended!
Third onto the hit list was Alamo car rental at Munich who gave us a ‘toy car’ for the second year running. Last year a Renault Scenic, this year a Opel Meriva. Totally impractical for a skiing holiday.
We got a nice apartment though.
Skiing was good, skied first three days in Ischgl and I thought we were all skiing very well and keeping together quite well as a group. L however, as always, thought she was holding us up. In fact the one who was having a horrendous skiing time so far was me, I kept falling over. This is normally unheard of. Blamed my skis. I should have sharpened the edges before we left. I had practically no grip on the morning ice.
L fell on day three, which was her only fall, unlike me but at least she made it a good one. She managed to fall on a tube of sun block which seemed to bruise her ribs. So much so that after a while she had trouble bending over.
After that we skied in Galtur and in Kappl before ending up back in Ischgl. I would recommend all three for differing reasons.
There were even penguins in Ischgl.
The village we stayed in was nice despite the fact that the local shops didn't stock decent ingredients to cook with, such as fresh meet and veg. We survived on sausages. Doggo would have been so jealous. Loo roll also seemed to be bit of a rarity in the resort. We survived on tissues.
L even managed to get a run in on some mornings. I didn’t want to push my legs that much, ageing rapidly as they are.
L, who was ill on our Scottish trip in February, managed to top that by coming out in a rash one day and we couldn’t work out why. She must have been allergic to something but we couldn’t work out what. Sausages perhaps?
The Jagertee’s went down very well all week. It was also a good sex week considering my girl was covered in red spots and couldn't bend at the waist!
It was all over too quickly and we headed home, hoping that our collie had missed us and wasn't having as good a time as his text messages said he was. We nearly didn't make it though. The pilot tried to kill us on the way back and had a go at landing the plane on one wheel before thinking better of it, aborting the landing and doing better second time around.
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