My holidays so far, in bullet points
Aug. 3rd, 2014 12:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
minavox# The most astonishing thing about our week in a mountain resort certainly was that we reached it at all. After just 6 hours of hiking. The signs said 4, but they don't account for short legs.
# Rock-climbing is a rather uncomfortable hobby, for you have to heave what feels like a ton of metal hooks and nooks and thingies 4 hours upwards, too. Thank heavens for boyfriends who could moonlight as sherpas.
# Having roughly 90 beds and only 2 toilets per gender is a rather bold take on the concept of this is a high alpine shelter, not a spa.
# Rainy days at 1600 m can get very long when you carry wool up the mountain, but forget the knitting needles.
# Luckily, there are other sensations, like snails (lovingly and totally creatively called Snaily and Slimy) and mountain newts (which Precious caught in his bare hands, bless his reflexes).
# You get to question your motherly instincts, when you hear yourself say things to your children like "attention now, the next part of the path is a bit exposed" - meaning there's a crumbly rockface on the one hand, a bit of rubble to treat on, and an imposing number of meters of sheer gaping downfall on the other... luckily we made it back and again with the same number of members to our party. (And luckily Crumpet did his Ack, there's a giant spider climbing up my leg!!!!-dance on the spot. Phew.)
# Precious desperately wants to become a farmer and awaits the day when his legs are long enough so that he can drive the tractor on his own. For now, he has to rely on the 12-year-old nephew of our host. Well, together they are legal.
# Crumpet has bought a Lego figurine of Frodo. Frodo vanished from the face of the earth some days ago, only to turn up again yesterday in the middle of our room at a spot we couldn't possible have missed while searching earlier. Guess I now have to look for a tiny golden Ring.
# And now for more fun in rural Bavaria! Have a nice time, too!
# Rock-climbing is a rather uncomfortable hobby, for you have to heave what feels like a ton of metal hooks and nooks and thingies 4 hours upwards, too. Thank heavens for boyfriends who could moonlight as sherpas.
# Having roughly 90 beds and only 2 toilets per gender is a rather bold take on the concept of this is a high alpine shelter, not a spa.
# Rainy days at 1600 m can get very long when you carry wool up the mountain, but forget the knitting needles.
# Luckily, there are other sensations, like snails (lovingly and totally creatively called Snaily and Slimy) and mountain newts (which Precious caught in his bare hands, bless his reflexes).
# You get to question your motherly instincts, when you hear yourself say things to your children like "attention now, the next part of the path is a bit exposed" - meaning there's a crumbly rockface on the one hand, a bit of rubble to treat on, and an imposing number of meters of sheer gaping downfall on the other... luckily we made it back and again with the same number of members to our party. (And luckily Crumpet did his Ack, there's a giant spider climbing up my leg!!!!-dance on the spot. Phew.)
# Precious desperately wants to become a farmer and awaits the day when his legs are long enough so that he can drive the tractor on his own. For now, he has to rely on the 12-year-old nephew of our host. Well, together they are legal.
# Crumpet has bought a Lego figurine of Frodo. Frodo vanished from the face of the earth some days ago, only to turn up again yesterday in the middle of our room at a spot we couldn't possible have missed while searching earlier. Guess I now have to look for a tiny golden Ring.
# And now for more fun in rural Bavaria! Have a nice time, too!
