Jealousy and I'm not proud

I got a link to my friend's travel journal today. They have been in St. Anton for tree and a half week now. I can't believe the pictures they have taken! Real pro shoots. Sun, powder and everything! They've been waiting for that dump for two weeks. I feel a knot in my stomach to read and see the photos. Why can't I have such awesome pictures of me pumping gushing powder around my waist?! But, I try to tell my self that it's because I'm a good photographer and as you know those stand behind the camera... Ah well, I hear how silly that sounds. I know that it's jealousy and I'm not proud of it. But hey! I just can't feel pity of my self! I'm going down to the skier paradise in "just" 23 days!

 

Note to self...

Note to self: Add "-95 -96" in the tile image. I just have to figure out where the src image is situated. I think I used some app to upload the image to some account somewhere. I uninstalled that photo blogging tool because of the new photo blogging feature in blogger. I post this here as a reminder and I hope I get some time soon to fix it.

Countdown has began...

It's one month to the next trip to St. Anton yesterday. I can't wait any longer! I've been speaking to a local friend down there during the last year and I have always felt for going down again, no questions. Now, when I've been waiting for eleven month it seems to be the easy part to wait another month but it's not like that. It's getting harder and harder. It's not getting easier when I hear reports from her and getting pictures of loads of snow. It's meters of snow, in the village. (I remember a dump of 70cm in one evening last year. Sorry for loosing your Gore-Tex glove Jonte that night.) When I read about a friend from last year, in his traveling diary, that he's in St. Anton again, I was nearly crying. Especially when I saw photos from where they are skiing - I recognize the great hikes from last year! And I tell you: It's not that boring Star Wars hike that everyone knows about!

At last...

*Pjouh* at last! Last week i made the reservations for the train stage between Zürich and St. Anton. It was a bit tricky to get in contact with the big German train company with the cool name "Die Bahn". The Track, in English. It's not just any train company. It's THE Train Company. For those  of you don't live in Europe; I can tell you something. Europe has allot of train companies competing on the same market AND they offer their customers the same time tables. So, if you find a departure in Die Bahn's time table, there is not certain at all that you can buy the ticket from Die Bahn. For you see, the line between Zürich and St. Anton crosses the border between Schweiz and Austria (as you all know who didn't sleep at your geography classes. I slept during my English classes, but that's a different story). Further, where were we? Oh, yes. The time tables. When you find the departure you like you just don't call the train company, or as I would preferred, just buy the ticket over that jolly nice Internet, no, no. That would be a bit nifty wouldn't it? You see children, the big train company Die Bahn has all the departures in their time table, and all but don't you think that you can buy the tickets for the departures you like. No, you have to call a second train company with the silly "abbreviation" SBB CFF FFS. Through them I bought my dear ticket at last. I can almost feel the biting wind and hear my board in the powder snow already! Ah! Sweet Stanton at the 11th of March I come!