I’m home. And already looking for my next adventure but before I even get onto that planning I’ve got to do a quick summary write up of Ischgl.
Okay so as I said in my first day post, Ischgl was not what I expected. Having been told about it for the last 10 years from my Uncle, whom is 60 plus, I naturally assumed it would be… well a bit slow.
As it turns out it’s party town AUStria. Plenty of bars, restaurants and a fantastic night life. I was not in the mood for the more… lets say exotic entertainment that was on offer but the rest of the facilities were fantastic.
Excellent bar staff, good food and amazing atmosphere.
The actual skiing took a while for me to get back into the swing of. Lots of snow plowing for the first day but after that I had re-learnt how to actually ski without looking like a total noob. I ended up doing nearly all the Blue runs on the Austrian side of the mountain as well as a Red. To the seasoned professional that sounds hilariously poor, but to me it meant so much more.
I had 3 moments over the last week where I was just ecstatic and nothing else in the world mattered:
- Completing Blue 11 which goes over into Switzerland and back again was an effort, it took a lot out of me. My fitness is just awful. It was only a 20 minute ski but after it I turned and looked back and just felt such a sense of achievement.
- Skiing Blue 22 & 23, starting at Palinkopf at 2864m and finishing at Höllboden at 2141m. This was the longest run I’ve ever done but the views from the top made every single turn on the way down feel a little less painful. By the end I hurt but I had that view burned into my mind and will do for a very long time.
- My first Red, 2A, a short run but the first red I’ve ever skied.
Those moments made the trip for me, that and my family just being my family.
Ischgl wasn’t all smiles, skiing and schnapps. On the third night Rachael rang me in tears. Despite it being her poor decisions that have lead us to this point she is still torn between the life she had with me and the life she thinks she wants. For me in Ischgl that reminder was constant. I was the fifth wheel, I slept alone in a double bed and those moments of ecstasy were tarnished by having no one to share them with. Having to deal with such highs and lows in such a short space of time is mentally and emotionally draining. After three further nights of being needed, I was discarded and forgotten again.