Mount Pizol

We are on a mission today, which is to go to Mt. Pizol and try sledging.  Why not skiing? I said, do things one at a time, read as toddler friendly.  It was about 1hr+ journey in total from Zurich to Sargans, Bahnhof by train and short bus ride to Pizolbahn, Wangs. Once there, immediately we realized how under-dress and gear-less we are compared to others. Never mind, we don’t need it as our jeans are insulated with natural heaters, our fats! Hehe…  

 

We head off to the peak and rent the sledges then R said, “Ok, you hop on this one”

I gave R a look and shrieked, “you expect me to do this by myself?!”

A short note yes and he scoot away slowly with Iman. Ok, this look easy besides I just go slow…very slow. The first 300meter was ok and then it turns out that the route was an advance level for a first timer because at one point I almost crash the barrier. There is a sharp turn that I decide to walk, tumble, walk, fall on my butt and walk rather than sledge because if I do, you will see me with broken bones nauzubillah.

I actually wanted to stop and do a U-turn but only to be told it is a long way down. Even Iman seems to enjoy himself and keep saying mummy go! go! go!  After overcoming my nerves, I went ahead and pray to god I’ll survive.  Half way down, I got the hang of it and started to loosen up but still screaming…hehe

Keep telling myself that I can do this and yes I did… unharmed, alhamdullilah. It was scary but undeniably fun and when we finally reached the bottom I was already excited for a second round. Oh yeah, we freeze our butts off up there so we thought of pizza takeout on the way home is a perfect choice to buff up the natural insulator of course!

When in Pizol, I fall down on my butt once, flat of my back twice, hit my knee twice, overthrown from sledge twice but overall experience is priceless. Mission accomplished. Now, I need to tend to my bruises. Tschus… 

Protect Our Children

RIP William...

It’s the saddest moment in life when a parent loses their child and my heart goes to Willliam and his family. Words can’t describe as the emotions gushes through; I read earlier in the paper that the mum go from house to house asking if anyone had seen her son; I could only imagine how she must have felt and I’m sure it must have torn her inside out. 

This brings back memories to Arwah Nurin…It is such a scary world, another child has become a victim and the worst is that the monster is still on the loose. Oh please be on high alert (always!) and let’s protect our children.

Re-runs

It is only 11pm so it is still too early to call it “late nights” by any country standards. The boys are fast asleep so at least I can have some alone time while watching Masterchef reruns. Btw, Christine rocks! She is just an aspiration and living proof that anything is possible if you set your mind to it. 

The snow has stopped and the sun has come out and plays. But, I have not been feeling well for the past 2 days and when not feeling well the taste bud just went kaput, the bitter taste just won’t go away even after a packet of butter cookies and hot chocolate. So, tomorrow I’m going to hit the streets and find myself a nice tops, perhaps...

Metzingen, Germany - Outlet City

Part 2

The journey to Metzingen was supposed to be a day trip as we are planning to go Mt. Pizol for skiing and sledging on Sunday. We timed our shopping so we can catch the last train out and reach Zurich latest by 9pm but then again at Horb we discovered the connection train got delayed for 20minutes because of an accident. From 20mins it becomes 45minutes and then nearly 3hours! Apparently someone decided to commit suicide by jumping to a moving train…what?! Of all the options, that person could have pick a less dramatic and painful way…So the railways have to be close, to collect the remaining (if any) and to ensure tracks are safe for usage.

By then it is dark and freezing cold so we have to seek refuge at the nearest bar. We are also penniless since we only carry Swiss Franc and forgot to exchange to Euro, we only have loose change to buy us hot chocolate. The whole situation is a chaos as the police keep on saying “don’t know” and the railway operators keep saying trains got delayed and with no tentative time when they will resumes operation. They did provide 3 shuttle buses to go to the next town Doverhohf , with a working station but it is not enough to commute everyone and it seems everyone is being selfish and try to get on despite giving us who are traveling with young kids. 

The taxi wants to charge us EU200 (potong kepala punya style!) but then except neither Francs nor cards. We even plan if the train to Stuttgart resumes operation earlier than our connections, we will spend the nights there since it is big city with more options but everything seems to stand still. So basically, we are stuck in a small town in Germany late at night and penniless! To make it worse, the kids are hungry sleepy and freezing, it is -12 degrees that night and Isya, my sister youngest daughter started having panic attack, feverish and non-stop vomiting. 

Finally the trains resume operation around 11pm but we need to change trains 3 times but in the end we safely reached home around 3pm, alhamdullilah. The next day, we just went to Zurich town instead to the mountain as everyone end up waking up late. Lesson learned; always have EURO currency ready when in EU regions.