Reminisce over you.

It's half way through January, and with Christmas and New Year only two weeks ago, we feel it's the last time to day dream about the fun that was Christmas past.

Weekend Autopsy Review: Austria, Why so serious?

This week's review is a little different and a little bigger. We bubbled over to Europe see.

Dec 26/12:
Mixed messages.
Pitstop peril.
The big jump off.

Dec 27/12:
Kick it!

Dec 28/12:
Up and away.

Monday 29/12:
Everywhere you go...

Tuesday 30/12:
Resolved design?

Wednesday 31/12:
Austria: Why so serious?

Thursday 01/01:
What happened?

Friday 02/01:
Parting shot.

Saturday 03/01:
They know packaging.
It wasn't us.

Sunday 04/01:
Give thanks: Sunday songs.

They know packaging.

Germans have a sense of humour, especially when it comes to condom packaging.

 
 
 
 

It wasn't us.

But who would write such a thing in an autobahn toilet stop?

Parting shot.

If you are passing through St Johann, the one place to go is Bunnys Bar. This young lass, with the dope top was keeping it real all night, and gave us no end of free cigarettes.

 

The tall waitress refused to pose without her buddy. They must be really close. Either that, or she is sick of weird guys asking for her photo in that outfit.

 

What happened?

The night before...ugh. The morning after...ouch. Need to get up the mountain.

While we tried to rememeber what we did last night, we looked at this poster and what we had missed by the way of local live performance. Looks like a good show.

Austria: Why so serious?

So we dugg out the biggest club we could find in this little resort town just outside Rettenbach in Austria. Credit crunch? Proseco 20 Euros a bottle, let the good times roll.

It took them Cotton Eye Joe to get folk in the venue dancing, and when the young German and Austrians were'nt going nuts to the the rest were doing the waltz.

Happy New Year! Meh.

Resolved design?

Kevin Mcloud would be proud of this audacious design of a contemporary Austrian hospital, but building it right next to our bed a breakfast with a heli-pad? Rubbish.

Everywhere you go...

...always take the tunes with you.

We had a short lived sound clash, needless to say we destroyed them with dubstep.

Fly style. Forget the ski team, it's all about the pub team.

Ray Mears, you're a pussy. Look at how the locals do survival skills.

Up and away.

The only flying we will be doing whilst here.

 

Kick it!

Some people always think they are right. We were adamant this is where Bayern Munich play. No no no we were told. Wrong!

 


144 km or so from where Bayern Munich play their football was on of our destinations.

 

Fluffy, but so unhappy.

 

Mixed messages.

We sat and looked at this for over 20 minutes before deciding what to do. The whole time clucking like a fiend.

 

Pitstop peril.

Money can buy you a really fluffy dog, but it can't buy you happiness. After all, you are having lunch at an autobhan service station.

 

If you forget nothing else, don't forget your Grandmother.

 

The big jump off.

We were ready to jump of the island and explore the mainland.



It feels like something from the new Star Trek movie.