For my last day in Innsbruck I had a few things on the agenda. I wanted to hit up the slopes, but this time with skis more suitable for hardpack. And I although I've been more than enjoying the vast variety of delicious foods sold at Christmas Markets, I wanted to sit down for a proper Austrian meal. Now for some of my observations and experiences:
- "This lift actually collapsed last year" said a Dutch gentleman, while we chatted on the ski lift. "The winds were strong and a few chairs fell. One man broke his leg and the rest had to be evacuated by a helicopter". "That's unfortunate for him", I said with a hint of worry as I censed the wind picking up atop the summit. "He did receive 4 million euros", exclaimed the guy with a smirk. "I guess the US is not the only country prone to frivolous lawsuits", I thought to myself. This whole situation explained a lot when the lifts would close an hours later, due to high winds. I can understand their paranoia, but I wouldn't have minded a few more runs. I was having a blast on the race skis that I exchanged for earlier in the day: super stable, responsive and just right for ripping the hardpack.
- I didn't quite know what to make of a german version of Backsteet Boy's "I want it that way" playing on the radio, on my bus ride to the slopes. I'm still puzzled - it was completely bizarre.
- Apparently jaywalking is not common in Germany and Austria. I'm sensing puzzled looks from people as I leisurely cross the streets on red.
- So as I have mentioned in my previous post, my biggest obstacle to getting to an Austrian restaurant on the other side of town, was passing through lines of street vendors selling delicious foods. In my previous two attempts I've stopped to get everything from delicious meats, sausages and baked goods. And, by the time I would get to the restaurant I would have no appetite whatsoever. Having my mind completely set of making it to the restaurant, I literally took a detour to bypass the markets. Well, what can I say the food was delicious and to top it off, they served my favorite Munich beer: Augustiner Dunkel. The venison I ordered, didn't taste gamey, but rather tender and juicy. The spinach pasta - some of you know my deep affection for spinach pasta - was perfect.
- There is only one problem with staying in a nice hotel, with a ridiculous view. It's that of course you don't want to leave. Tomorrow morning, I'll be taking a 2 hour drive through the alps to the town of Salzburg. The town is most famous for it's beauty, charm and of course as the birthplace of Mozart. After a one night stay there, I will head to Vienna for the weekend, but more on that later.
I was bit lazy with the photography today, so nothing new on that front.
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