In today’s post, I’m going to talk about family holidays in Tirol, since both my parents were somewhat mournful last week that “we were supposed to go to Austria today”. Yeah, I’m supposed to have gone to Iceland twice this year. Life hasn’t gone as planned this year. But it gave me an idea for… More Top 10 things to do in Tirol
The other day I told you about my first trip to the Altitude Festival in 2010 and now we’re fast-forwarding to my last. The year is 2013, I’m back at Altitude Festival, back at my snowboarding lessons because I’m still not capable of going out on the mountains by myself and I happen to have… More Stay At Home Storytelling: My highest ever paraglide
Germany does Christmas so well and Austria has pretty much all Germany’s good points. Four years ago Family Polar Bear went to the markets at Frankfurt and Mummy Bear decided quite early this year that she wanted to go to Innsbruck Christmas market. Innsbruck is a lot smaller than Frankfurt – I mean the market… More Innsbruck Christmas market
The year was 2012 and I was in Mayrhofen, at the Altitude Comedy Festival. The idea is to ski or snowboard all day and then watch comedy all night. A winning combination – except that I’m not very good at snowboarding and I can’t ski to save my life. I opted for snowboarding lessons –… More My first high-altitude paraglide
The first time I jumped off a mountain was my twenty-first birthday. I was in Austria, in the village where my parents have spent their summer holiday every single summer since 2005 or 2006, and I’d been watching people soar through the sky for years. I’d always thought it looked magical. And now I was… More My first paraglide
My overwhelming memory of my day out in Bregenz is how difficult it was to get there. This is a Year Abroad story. I was a student living for a year in French-speaking west Switzerland and it finally occurred to me the month before I left that there wasn’t actually any reason why I needed… More Bregenz
The first mountain I ever climbed was the Talkaser. It’s not huge and I still only got halfway up but here’s the story of my first mountain. My parents – no, let’s be frank – my mum likes to go to Austria for her summer holiday every year. Once upon a time, we could vary it… More My First Mountain: The Talkaser