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…