The Tyrol area in Austria was stunning and reminded me of Queenstown a lot (yes it did make me a little bit homesick). First stop was Kitzbuhel, the town where ski-ing was invented. It now has over 150km of ski runs - pity we were there in the summer. This was definitely a town of money - the shops that were open all looked very expensive, and the houses and chalets were amazing. While the rest of the crowd went up the gondola for a 3 course meal (yup, just like Queenstown, but red gondolas), Aaron and I and a few others went for a stroll around town and a leisurely lunch in the sun.

Next it was off to St Johann for a summer toboggan run, enduring about three or four 3-point-turns on the way. Now, our bus driver and guides were pretty cool, but we did seem to manage to get lost a lot of times, resulting in many insults from the bus-load of travellers. Good thing our bus driver was a pro when it came to stopping traffic going in both directions in order to pull a U-ey.

The toboggan was great fun and a lot bigger than I expected, but I think I got more entertainment out of watching the fellow passengers get far too brave and wipe out on the way, and then have to walk the rest of the way down the hill. Dangerous Dave from our bus even got really brave and decided that clothes should be optional for the ride - not a pretty sight, but one that was to be repeated on the bus-ride home after the party that night...

PP Travel arranged a BBQ for that evening in a marque just out of St Johann. Upon arrival, Aaron got out the frisbee, and we managed to get a good group of us out there chilling out outside - even managed to invent a new game frisbee/soccer/netball. Everyone was pretty shattered after 3 late nights already and being on the go all day, but as the night progressed, everyone had a few more drinks - we had a fantastic time. Then on the way home, the bus was a definite pary atmosphere.