Met those friendly austrian folks in the pub. They kindly agreed to having their picture taken. Thanks guys, you look awesome!
A ski jumping competition. Hey, wait! Aren’t they supposed to have those skis fixed to their boots?
The official meal of the trip… Frittatensuppe. Not that I speak german (I don’t), I’ve had it because I thought it was cooked on french fries. Weird! But it turned out to be based on pancakes which might be even weirder. Was it good? It was! Who would have known?