LOCATION: Schliersee, Germany
APPEARING: Bijen | Sevgi | Joe | Ciara | Adriane | Raghav | More
APPEARING: Bijen | Sevgi | Joe | Ciara | Adriane | Raghav | More
It all started auspiciously.
Reports of 20cm fresh powder. An early enough finish to my day. The promise of an easy train + bus ride to the Alps for a lil bit of the 'ol ski beneath the Bavarian stars action. Sure, Munich was dry, but within a few stops on the the train-- darkening vistas of fluff. Each stop, each time the door opened, the epic-ness grew, the piles of blower white higher.
Too much of a good thing.
As we pulled in to the station, bad news: The two cars that had driven from Munich were a third of the way up the the mountain... stuck. Cars on the side of the road, or turning around. No problem, we thought, we'll just take the bus connection from the train station...
The bus never came, so after an hour on the train, 45 minutes waiting in full gear, outside, in full-on snow... and we found the closest apres ski bar, where hilarity ensued. The place wasn't more than a four-sided glass box, with a few Austrians and Germans, loud American music, and a bars staff with heavy pours.
Hell, we still had over an hour on the train to get home.
Reports of 20cm fresh powder. An early enough finish to my day. The promise of an easy train + bus ride to the Alps for a lil bit of the 'ol ski beneath the Bavarian stars action. Sure, Munich was dry, but within a few stops on the the train-- darkening vistas of fluff. Each stop, each time the door opened, the epic-ness grew, the piles of blower white higher.
Too much of a good thing.
As we pulled in to the station, bad news: The two cars that had driven from Munich were a third of the way up the the mountain... stuck. Cars on the side of the road, or turning around. No problem, we thought, we'll just take the bus connection from the train station...
The bus never came, so after an hour on the train, 45 minutes waiting in full gear, outside, in full-on snow... and we found the closest apres ski bar, where hilarity ensued. The place wasn't more than a four-sided glass box, with a few Austrians and Germans, loud American music, and a bars staff with heavy pours.
Hell, we still had over an hour on the train to get home.
