*sob*

Well before Christmas my mum posted me a package with some presents in Sweden. The package didn’t show up in Austria for Christmas! I got suspicious and asked my mum to call the Swedish mail. A woman sighed and asked if she had write ‘Austria’ on the package. My mum said “Yes, of course.” “You should had write ‘Österrike’ (Austria in Swedish) instead.” The woman said. “The kids on the post terminal in Malmö can’t read. I can see that your package is on the way to Australia…” Whut? Australia? Just because one lazy high school kid can’t read?! Crazy, I tell you, crazy... When am I going to get my dear presents now? *sob* ;)

Whut?!

A strange thing happened to me today, good news though. After my snowboard accident the doctor down in Austria put my foot in a soft cast and said "Have this cast for ten days, then go to your Swedish doctor and close the cast with a real stiff cast. Keep that cast for another four weeks. And don't put any weight on it." Ok, I thought. Today I went to see my Swedish doctor. He said the direct opposite: "You don't need a cast at all. Try to stand on the foot as much as possible and go to a physiotherapist so you’ll get a training program and get the foot back to normal as fast as possible. It’ll take like tree weeks before you can run again. Swimming is good exercise.” Whut? I went to see the physiotherapist and she ordered me to walk as usual. The best thing is that it doesn’t really hurt when I walk! My cousin injured her foot the same way as I, in St Anton. Her doctor put her foot in a huge stiff cast for five weeks! She had a hard time to get the foot in shape again after that. Lucky for me that I went home to Sweden in time! What are they doing down in Austria? Drinking too much Jägermaister?

Maybe IS happening!

Now that I can't go out because of my foot (as if I'm using my computer more now ;)) I got time to add some diary notes from my trip to St Anton. Blogger is nice bacause I can pick any date on my posts so it looks like I've been blogging all the time down in Austria, tnx for that Google! Enjoy.

Home at last

This blog sucks because I had like time to add two post before I got home to Sweden again. Sorry folks nothing more to see here. Meybe I'll take some energy and post some diary notes I made but that's just a maybe...

Swedish christmas in the Alps

Me and my flat mates had a great Christmas eave last night. In Sweden you calibrate Christmas at Christmas eave, not on the Christmas day. Don't know why. We actually went to church at 10 pm while we were waiting for Teddan, who works at a hotel. He was working late, to 11 pm. At 01:30 we were finished with the Christmas dinner and Santa dropped by and handed over the presents. I got two Austrian chocolate bars and a nice Christmas poem from Teddan. Very nice. Chrillan got a magic pen with a naked man that got undressed when you turned the fella up side down. Tobbe got a new pair of goggles from his boss! Nice boss. I gave Jonte a box that sounded like a cow then you turned it upside down. After that we just sat down and drank Jägermeister till 4. I think it was one of the best Christmas I've had in years.

Christmas lunch

Our Christmas lunch - Swedish sweet rice porridge by our recently stolen Christmans tree.

How to create the right Christmas feeling

Wait until it gets dark. Get an axe from your neighbour who's sitting in a wheelchair. Get into Berit. Step on it to the resplendent woods of Petneu. Get out in the snow just wearing slippers. Cover up so the polizei wount show up. Forget that it's supposed to be dark. Step on it home. Put the tree in big beer boot and decorate with home made decorations made of Jägermeister packings etc. Sing "tomtegubbar slår i glasen", drink the snaps and be happy.

Polizei questioning

In the afternoon I went to the Gendarmerei – the police to report my stolen snowboard. The policeman seemed convinced that I was trying to make an insurance fraud to get money for my trip home. "Do you know what I think?" the policeman said. "I think you're trying to trick me." I got a bit chocked and gave him all the details he wanted to know about the "crime" he thought I've done. "Is it illigal to have as much unluck that I've got." I asked him. I sat in questioning for half a hour! At last he trusted me and signed the police report. I was all shaky when I got out. It felt like I was a suspect in a murder case or something! Pjuh!

Five weeks!

Today I got the bad news that I have to keep the plaster for five, yes FIVE weeks! Doh! I'm going home.

Early present for Chrismas

Hey kids! - this is what happens when you board in the pistes. Go off piste! But get your selves a transceiver!

The day of bad luck!

Doh! Would Homer Simpson say several times today if the was in my shoes. It all started at 07:15 when my mobile woke me up and I felt more dead than alive. I knew that the big dump of snow last nights could give us superb skiing conditions, so I said to may self that it will be worth it to get up the first lift to the top of the Galzig and enjoy the unlatched pistes.

At the ski bus in to town I realised that I had forgot my goggles (doh!) but I thought that’s not a problem. I had been boarding without them the day before because they were totally filled with mist and snow. The first run went pretty good for the first 1000 height meters. Then I came down to an easier part of the piste where you just can relax and play around. This morning this last part was perfectly prepared and I and another guy was the first to go down there. We totally maxed our boards. Suddenly in a left turn, my toe side, the side I had all my weight on (I’m goofy), just lost the grip in a zone with ice blocks. I bounced down in 50 km/h or so on my right foot backwards down the piste. The steel edge cut for like 15 – 20 times and my right foot was badly loaded. At last I stopped and I couldn’t feel my right foot because of the pain. Doh! After a while a ski instructor came up to me and asked how I was doing. I said that I was ok, because I thought it just was a sprain. My second thought was that it could be really expensive to let the ski patrol take me down to the village. I decided to go down my self. It worked pretty well because of all the adrenaline. But when I got down to the village I couldn’t stand on the foot so I sat down on my board and headed for the pharmacy to get a bandage. A woman at the pharmacy told me that I should go to the doctor so I got a cab 200m for €7 to the doctor. The doctor examined and x-rayed my foot but he recommended me to get to another doctor so they could make a magnetic radio x-ray to see the soft stuff in the foot. So I went up the hill for another €7. There they put me on a hard table and I had to lie completely still for 30 min. It wasn’t too cosy with all the pain. After that I took a cab back to the first doctor for another €7. He put my foot in plaster and said that I could come back tomorrow morning to see what the expert in Innsbruck said about the x-rays. When I got out from the doctor I realised that someone stole my snowboard. Doh! The sum of expenses for today is €11.021 and a stolen snowboard worth another €450. Doh! This must be the most unlucky day in my life!

Apré Ski

Apré ski at Mooserwirt last night. Big opening night with Austrian national TV and lotts of German famous artists that we never heard of. Great party with good Glüwein and gemüse. What that is...?

Snow!

It's snowing! It's not just some snow flakes dancing down from the sky - it's a real snowfall! Last night we got about 1 meter and still snowing! Today Teddan and I went up real early and had the most awesome boarding experience I’ve ever had! It was like having… sex! Adrenalin pouring out of your ears! We went down the mountain with feather light powder up to our waists! We nearly drowned in the beginning finding the rout. We found our selves boarding on top of small trees with nothing keeping us up. We fell right through a couple of times.

Berit - the nice blue lady

Berit - the car in which we went down to Austria...

Takin' it easy

Today I've bin taking it easy all day. Got up at 12 and watching TV for two hours. Then I remember that it's 3rd advent in Sweden and that I promised my flat mates to make "Lussekatter". Sweat bread with saffron and raisins. So, now I'm down town uploading my photos to my friend's ftp server. Then I have to hurry to Spar, the supermarket here, and buy the stuff for the lussekatterna.

Pre-mustach at Funcy Chicken

Great pre mustach party at Funcy - chears for the season!