Would the real slim shady please sit down

Well here we are final day in this wonderland. As the gals head to the various slopes I decide to tackle the highest ski lift that leads to Red 6. Not sure I'd I am allowed without skis I use some parliamo glesga and enquire of a butch Austrian ski lift man 'gonnageesaburltaetopoyonhull'. He beckons me on...I think and despite the queue no one else appears keen to travel with Robbie the Madman. Travel 10 yards and the lift comes to a complete stop with Fritz running towards me gesticulating. Clearly being reared on Disney I am used to ride restrictions being applied automatically. It would appear that in this durst spurst tecnic world you have to manually apply the safety bar. Clearly wasn't flavour of the day but off we went and a lovely 10 minute travel up to 2700m. Got there and view good but heavy snow. No facilities for those not on planks of wood so start to panic how I get back to base camp. After a few Vision On hand gestures Fritzs brother at top allows me on to lift to descend mountain. Being an old pro at this I gracefully flip my safety bar on and sit back smugly..emergency stop again...can't be me...could be me. On way down you have to pull down the canopy which I now appreciate saved me from frostbite from he snowstorm. To keep me amused I decide to recite a few Proclaimers songs at full voice much to the alarm of those ascending. In my week here I have never seen anyone descending the lift and suddenly I became a tourist attraction as folk gazed and pointed at this rare sight. Halfway down I decided to give any onlookers the royal wave to bewilder them even more. Got down safely again to looks of amazement from the gathered skiers. Great way to end the holiday and am sure Robbie the Madman is probably the topic of conversation over the odd schnitzel plate this evening.



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