Day 7 - The Last Hurrah.

16:45
Bastard cough is coming back. Nutsacks. I’ve got some Doxycycline at home, so will dive in when I get back tomorrow. It’s another gorgeous day on the mountain. The sky is the craziest blue, and there’s a warmth to it that I’ve not felt the past few days. My legs feel much better this morning, and I ski for a good couple of hours before needing a break. When I do feel the need for a sit-down, I park up at Moslbahn, and grab a Weissbier. The sun’s strong up here, and I actually bang some sunscreen on.

Back on the slopes, many of the pistes are starting to cut up. It’s been a few days since the last fresh snow, and there are bumps popping up all over the place. I get to the bottom of quite a steep red run, and can feel it in my knees. 20 years of playing hockey on early generation astroturfs has left my knees in a fairly shocking state. I’m absent an anterior cruciate ligament in my left knee, and have no cartilage left in my right. I’ve been very pleasantly surprised how well they’ve stood up to 6 days of skiing. Rather than call it quits, I head back over to the Penken Valley, where there are a series of long, sweeping blue runs. I fill my boots.

I grab some lunch at the Panorama Bar - a Bauerngrostl. No? Me neither. It shares DNA with a corned beef hash. Smoked meat, fried potatoes, sauerkraut, and a couple of fried eggs. It’s a big bowl of awesome.

I’ve planned to call it a day around 14:30. I’ve got to get organised this afternoon, as my transfer is alarmingly early tomorrow morning, and I want to get out to watch the Brighton game this evening. I squeeze in another 3-4 runs, and whilst the temptation is there for just one more, I know that’ll be the case whenever I stop.

Back at my room, I have a stinking hot bath, largely as a physiotherapeutic mechanism. It’s a brilliant way to relax. Guess I better do some packing. BORING.

22:30
I have an early dinner, and just overlap with Rod, Charlie and Dave to say goodbye. We exchange numbers. This is a regular Christmas jaunt for them, so who knows - maybe we’ll bump into each other again in future. I head out in search of football. I’ve seen tons of places advertising Sky Sports, but this evening’s game is on Amazon, which complicates matters. After a fruitless search at Ellie’s, Scotland Yard and Mike’s, I give up. I watch the game on my iPad back in my room. It’s not the best of games, and finishes 0-0. Brighton have the better of it, but can’t buy a goal. Our form is pretty disastrous at the moment. We’ll come out of it, but our push for a top 6 finish is stuttering.

The game finishes a littler after 22:00, and I need to be up at 05:30. Scheiße.Leggi altro