Austria - a Postcard from Bad Hofgastein in January 2014
It's a hard life in the Mountains The Haitzingalm 2 man chair - a leisurely ride Sunny back in the 30's Most of the guests arrive one Saturday and are gone on the next. For us it is Groundhog Day or, more appropriately, Marmoltier Tag? Each week we see again the lost souls at the bus station trying to find their ski buses, the couples poring over their piste maps and others walking awkwardly in their hired boots and new brightly coloured ski jackets. For us its a wonderful regular commute as we climb aboard the funicular railway with the familiar faces of the early morning skiers. The retired Chef who always stands in the same place in the Cable Car, the Professor from Vienna, the local Golden Girls and the ski instructors to name but a few. We do not have to check out the Mountain Huts to see which serves the best Strudel, we have tested them already. We know where we can get a nice morning coffee with a chocolate. We know which lifts open early and we head for ...