KAT WALK day V

After a good nights rest I got up and went for breakfast. Of course earlier then normal. They had expected a lot of rain today so I wanted to get of the mountain on time. 

I had left the hotel just after 7 am. The time breakfast actually would start. 

The walk went up hill again and quite steep. But mostly though the forest so it was nice and cool.  Really hot it would not be today. When arriving at the top you could see the clouds form and it was good to have brought my jacket. 

Today again I filled up with water whenever possible. After about 3 hrs walking I reached the top. It was covered in the clouds so the view was limited. 

I paused for just a bit but with the cold weather coming I wanted to go down to the village. 

It was so nice to have areas of sun alternating with areas of shade. I saw some beautiful streams cutting their way through the mountain guarded by the large tall trees in the beautiful green. 

I saw the colors in the sky changing from nice open blue and bright to various colours of grey.  I arrived early at the hotel and was shown my room. Nice and cozy but I think it wasn’t used for a long time. The water coming from the tap wasn’t what I had expected. Let’s say the color wasn’t or better said, it had color. I will not drink it but will tap water from a well outside. That is the problem often with single rooms, they aren’t used as much as doubles.

After a drink outside in the garden I took a rest for an hour. Better. Give my legs some rest and then go outside. 

The first 30 mins from the top down were the most interesting from the entire route. I guess because it was more on the edge. More dangerous so to say. Here you were walking along a smaller edge and with some nice views it was nice to walk.  

On the way down I spoke with a few people but then reached the station to take the lift down. There was nobody to check the card so I just took place in one of the lift cabins. Before I knew I was in the valley again and a few mins walk from the hotel. 

Just after I had unpacked some clean cloths to wear and had taken a shower I went to for a beer in the local brewery. Sneaky little bugger. I had ordered a beer and was given a nice basked with some salty bread and pretzels. The man had not said anything,  but when the bill arrived there was a charge for the small pretzel I ate. Logic, perhaps for charging, but it would have been nice to inform me before about cost of it.

I saw the rain coming so, not having an umbrella with me o train jacket, I headed back to the hotel. Just in time, before the rain started.

I waited for about 30 mins and when the rain stopped went out again to take some pictures of St.Johann in Tirol covered with a thick layer of dark grey clouds.

Of course, looking at the air, rain gods weren’t doe yet, and before I knew, a big heavy thunderstorm broke loose. Finally.. it was the one I had expected the whole week, but only now saw it.

I took shelter in a small store where they were selling all kinds of things. From wine to souvenirs, to cloths and knitting gear, coca cola shields and postcards. 

When the rain had stopped and I had a few hrs to pass before dinner I went to see a nice sports shop. Always nice to see what they are selling. I talked with the man about the e-mountain bikes. Very interesting. We don’t have that many in the Netherlands (yet).

When it all dried up I returned to the hotel relaxed a bit and went down for dinner. 

Here again I was assigned a table set for one. I do t like to eat alone and having to do so gives me time to write. Here we are served again a 5 course dinner. Let’s eat. 

The dining room is filled with mostly British people. Here as well most are older than me. It is strange to see how many British people there are in the area.

Across from myself a German speaking lady is sitting.  Alone. She must be far in her eighties but still carries herself well. Nails done. Little pearl earrings. A beautiful expensive looking watch around her wrist as well as a matching golden bracelet. 

She drinks her watered down wine holding the large goblet with two hands. 

I felt sad for her having to eat alone and somehow she reminded my of my mother.

This lady clearly older than my mom is still enjoying her time in the hotel I guess. She doesn’t talk much. Nor does she makes an effort of contacting any of the other people sitting around her.  

The way this old lady is carefully eating. Placing the pieces of meat into her mouth makes me wonder. Is she lonely? What is she doing here?  

Although I have clearly no idea I am imagining she lost her husband. Together they have come here for many years, every year. The same time the same hotel. But now she is alone. She sits here looking in front of her not making any effort to look aside to anybody else. I wonder what is going through her head.  What is she thinking about. 

Across from myself a German speaking lady is sitting.  Alone. She must be far in her eighties but still carries herself well. Nails done. Little pearl earrings. A beautiful expensive looking watch around her wrist as well as a matching golden bracelet. 

She drinks her watered down wine holding the large goblet with two hands. 

I felt sad for her having to eat alone and somehow she reminded my of my mother.

This lady clearly older than my mom is still enjoying her time in the hotel I guess. She doesn’t talk much. Nor does she makes an effort of contacting any of the other people sitting around her.

The way this old lady is carefully eating. Placing the pieces of meat into her mouth makes me wonder. Is she lonely? What is she doing here?

Although I have clearly no idea I am imagining she lost her husband. Together they have come here for many years, every year. The same time the same hotel. But now she is alone. She sits here looking in front of her not making any effort to look aside to anybody else. I wonder what is going through her head.  What is she thinking about.

To some extent I can relate to her.  I am also sitting here alone and the way she looks / stares in front of her is the same as I could or would when not having to write this.  Thinking about the day? Thinking about the wonderful memories she had with her husband?  No …. not the last.  She is not dwelling away in memories. She is fully aware she is here all by herself. The harsh reality of life.  

I have a sip of wine and stare away myself as well. Most days I am watching the waiters doing their work. Or what I think they should be doing. I always have or see points of improvement. Call it an old professional deformation. 

My attention is pulled away from the lady and goes to the table of British people. Don’t they realise that (almost) the entire world would be able to follow their conversation?

I can’t help but to look at this old lady again I can’t see her eyes because of the glasses she is wearing. The frame reflecting the light. The glass thick and preventing me to see her eyes. 

Her head bows down more now. She seems to think of better times.

When she receives here desert from the friendly waitress she lights up a little and start eating here ice cream. 

In the meantime my main course arrives and I stop writing. It’s ok 

I finish my dinner and go to my room.  To the watch a movie on tv before sleeping. 

Lofer
KAT Walk Day 1
KAT Walk Day 2
KAT Walk Day 3
KAT Walk Day 4
KAT Walk Day 6