Рецепт This is What You’re Hungary for After a Night on the (Gou)’Lash

“Maybe later we get togezza and drink som schnapps, ja?” wasn’t exactly the invitation I most felt like accepting that morning. A few moments later, I pushed off from the chair-lift, crossed my ski-tips and fell face-first into the Arms crumpled beneath me and poles poking painfully into my ribs, I lay there for several moments stunned, unable to move. It was only after wriggling my hands free from the straps and pushing myself to my knees did I notice the crimson stain decorating the dent where my face had been. Turning to gather my strewn equipment and dab my bleeding lip, I could see the graphite lake and chocolate-box town of Zell am Zee sitting silently amid frosted conifers 1,000 meters below. Only a few wisps of smoke indicated…