I am of urbanite and social disposition. People and crowded places I seek. I like my beds soft, my wife in reach, the ground under my feet paved and even and my food prepared for taste and optical pleasure. Dogs I abhorr.
My friends I hold dear. My friend FC, Follically Challenged here at the fire, is the ruddy, outdoors type. Mountains are to be climbed, food is to be hunted.
Planning a family vacation to Austria, he asked me to check out possibilities for him to climb around a mountain and hunt chamois (Rupicapra rupicapra). This request is set down here in precise and clear fashion, as is my custom, and was presented to me a bit more neanderthalish. But I disgress...
July 15th found me in hostile country.
Accomodations were substandard.
The company was rude.
The footing, treacherous.
To be continued.