Europop Song

Brucie wrote:You're right again, I was being allegorical.

Just run off to Google: Allegory is a demonstrative form of representation explaining meaning other than the words that are spoken

Now I get it:D

Glad to read you have improved your vocabulary today!!!

Watch my posts for tomorrows word of the day!! :D

Brucie wrote:Glad to read you have improved your vocabulary today!!!

Watch my posts for tomorrows word of the day!! :D

vocabulary ....... now where is goggle :oops:

Back on to the Euro pop Song topic - it is definitely sung in Spanish not German (I asked a mate who remembered it) - so start on the Spanish... I have also emailed the Mooserwirt!

Still it has provoked plenty of discussion how to fall down a hill in St Anton! The hills are alive.. as they say! )

dgou wrote:Back on to the Euro pop Song topic - it is definitely sung in Spanish not German (I asked a mate who remembered it) - so start on the Spanish... I have also emailed the Mooserwirt!

Still it has provoked plenty of discussion how to fall down a hill in St Anton! The hills are alive.. as they say! )

My visions for the mooserwirt is it is full of old sad men with no taste in music ......... Mmmm perhaps I might like the place after all :wink:

...... ah! the Mooserwirt. On my very first ski trip, all of our group headed there every day for the apres ski and kept telling my OH anf myself how great it was. I was itching to get there and see for myself. Eventually, after about 3 days, we asked the instructor if we would be able to ski there. "Sure, no problem" he says. "Just take that t-bar over there". Off we set with all the confidence that you can muster after 3 days of lessons, having mastered the basics of the snowplough :shock:

Everything went fine for about 2/3rds of the way. Then suddenly the skis went from under me and I was left lying in the snow beside the drag.:shock: My OH then jumped off as she had not idea where she would end up, where she needed to go or how she would get down again.

Looking around, we could see a red run going into the trees - that was clearly not an option. Beside us was the run subsequently used for the world cup downhill :shock: It was a steep black that I would think twice about doing today, some 20 ski trips later :x To make matters worse, it was extremely icy. Basically, we were stuck with no idea of how we were going to get out of there. After a few minutes wondering what the hell to do, a guy came up the lift (it was an extremely quiet drag that virtually nobody used :!:

He jumped off and told us that we should take off our skis and walk across the black (carefully), climb up a little on the other side and we would find the blue down to the Mooserwirt.

What he didn't mention was that we would be joining the blue at its steepest and most mogully pitch :x After many falls and an extremely stressful bit of skiing, we eventually made it to the Mooserwirt, drenched in sweat and exhausted ........ all for the sake of a beer :roll:

Still it was great when we eventually got there and we ended up dancing on the tables and singing loudly to Cotton Eyed Joe :lol: .

After a few Weissbiers, the run down to the village was a doddle and we never looked back :mrgreen:

I'm surprised we ever skied again but thank god we did :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen:

Wanderer wrote:...... ah! the Mooserwirt. On my very first ski trip, all of our group headed there every day for the apres ski and kept telling my OH anf myself how great it was. I was itching to get there and see for myself. Eventually, after about 3 days, we asked the instructor if we would be able to ski there. "Sure, no problem" he says. "Just take that t-bar over there". Off we set with all the confidence that you can muster after 3 days of lessons, having mastered the basics of the snowplough :shock:

Everything went fine for about 2/3rds of the way. Then suddenly the skis went from under me and I was left lying in the snow beside the drag.:shock: My OH then jumped off as she had not idea where she would end up, where she needed to go or how she would get down again.

Looking around, we could see a red run going into the trees - that was clearly not an option. Beside us was the run subsequently used for the world cup downhill :shock: It was a steep black that I would think twice about doing today, some 20 ski trips later :x To make matters worse, it was extremely icy. Basically, we were stuck with no idea of how we were going to get out of there. After a few minutes wondering what the hell to do, a guy came up the lift (it was an extremely quiet drag that virtually nobody used :!:

He jumped off and told us that we should take off our skis and walk across the black (carefully), climb up a little on the other side and we would find the blue down to the Mooserwirt.

What he didn't mention was that we would be joining the blue at its steepest and most mogully pitch :x After many falls and an extremely stressful bit of skiing, we eventually made it to the Mooserwirt, drenched in sweat and exhausted ........ all for the sake of a beer :roll:

Still it was great when we eventually got there and we ended up dancing on the tables and singing loudly to Cotton Eyed Joe :lol: .

After a few Weissbiers, the run down to the village was a doddle and we never looked back :mrgreen:

I'm surprised we ever skied again but thank god we did :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen:

Thank you Wanderer. That is precisely the kind of story I am hoping to tell about my mate's adventures trying to get to the Moos.



Ian, you'll be surprised just how trendy the punters are at the Moos. I think its a kind of ironic taste in music, if that makes sense. The sort of, wouldnt ever have that on my ipod kind of tune that you're happy to tap your feet to in ski boots at the top of a mountain, just because you're there.
You'll love it.