Home Again

A brief recap. On Saturday Mark went Ski-ing and Mum and I went to Krystalwelten.

This is the entrance to the "Giant" which takes you through to the Exhibition. We did take some photos, but we were more interested in the Members Lounge and the Shop!

The last time that we went was in 2005. We signed the guest book and sent some photos in for the ladies in the Members lounge to include with our guest book entry.

We went into the Members lounge and I see that all the previous guest books were kept on a book shelf. I looked through and eventually foundour previous entry, dated 03/03/05. Marion (lady in the Members lounge) had kept her promise, and the photos that we had sent in of Mum's collection were in the book along with our entry in book number 15.

Of course we had to write in the guest book again, it would have been rude not to!

Intermittently I had received texts from Mark updating me on how he was getting on. Apparently he had taken a couple of spills, but he was in good shape, so after having spent inordinate amounts of time (and money!) in the shop, we headed back to the hotel to catch up with Mark.

Aside from being absolutely shattered, he was in good shape, and had enjoyed his time on the slopes. The plan was he would go with us to Kitzbuhel the following day (Sunday) and do someskiing there while we looked around and went up in the cabel car.

Sunday morning Mark opted for more sleep rather than breakfast, and when it came to time to get up he decided that his fitness levels (certain aches and pains from excessive exercise the previous day!) weren't up for another day's skiing. In fairness the weather looked pretty poor from a visibility point of view which doesn't make it ideal for skiing when you can't see very far in front of you.

We went to Kitzbuhel and spent the afternoon there. It's a nice resort, and the town is right by the slopes, which would make it better than Innsbruck for skiing as you have to travel out of the town in order to get to the slopes. I wish I had pushed Mark harder to take his skigear with him, as he could have got some time in on the slopes in Kitzbuhel rather than just having the one day's worth in Innsbruck.

Sunday evening we went to the Pizzeria in Innsbruck. Strangely, the restaurant in the hotel was closed, even for snacks, which was a bit bizarre when they had guests!