nine days before New Year's Eve. Five people did not know where, how and in whose company they want to slip into the new year. Zero suitable date for our next snowshoe hike. A plan that we take into Triebental.
A week after the briefing. Much is not planned, but already is emerging that together we will have fun. On arrival then Meli shows a highly talented artist pack. No one had previously believed to four people, four Bobs, food, drinks, backpacks, bags, shoes, snow shoes, sleeping bags, tons of pig gets and much more in their car. There is even the right place. At least at the front passenger seat. Behind it is quite cozy.
The trip goes well there, and soon we reached the hut. From the outside looking out the yes really small. Three people are already there and already hot, so we have only pure carry our stuff. Short welcomes and will soon be the first beer is opened and the first round of taboo play.
It is some time away. Again and again, there are smaller and larger groups of new people and the cabin fills up. The sun passed the year beautiful with a sky color. Outside it's dark. At the table we are moving ever closer together. On the stove, the stew prepared and fresh noodles are cooked. Time passes quickly here and soon we can hermachen about dinner. Then more laughter, drunk and had fun. Also, Willi, our warden, visited us a visit.
Then, the psychiatrists game. An event to which a few of the girls are looking forward for the snowshoe hike. Chris and I are registered as doctors 'voluntary', the others are diagnosed by us to group therapy. We quickly realize that we sit here many a serious case at the table, and after a long session, we can provide the correct overall diagnosis. Fortunately, then uses the healing.
are a few group games later we out there in front of the hut. The time is gone, the year is as old as never before. Only a few minutes. Missiles are being prepared, distributed and champagne glasses, it's so far. Pummerin and waltzes out of the car radio. Sparkling heads. Toast. New Year's wishes. Fireworks. Waltz. Cheerfully it goes under a clear starry sky over after 2011.
drives After almost an hour we returned to cold in the hut. Here we tinker marzipan pigs and other animals distribute various New Year's gifts and celebrate even more time. Gradually, it attracts more and more of us in our sleeping bags. The last hardcore horror fans still hold up through six.
A worthy start to a hopefully good year.
A week after the briefing. Much is not planned, but already is emerging that together we will have fun. On arrival then Meli shows a highly talented artist pack. No one had previously believed to four people, four Bobs, food, drinks, backpacks, bags, shoes, snow shoes, sleeping bags, tons of pig gets and much more in their car. There is even the right place. At least at the front passenger seat. Behind it is quite cozy.
The trip goes well there, and soon we reached the hut. From the outside looking out the yes really small. Three people are already there and already hot, so we have only pure carry our stuff. Short welcomes and will soon be the first beer is opened and the first round of taboo play.
It is some time away. Again and again, there are smaller and larger groups of new people and the cabin fills up. The sun passed the year beautiful with a sky color. Outside it's dark. At the table we are moving ever closer together. On the stove, the stew prepared and fresh noodles are cooked. Time passes quickly here and soon we can hermachen about dinner. Then more laughter, drunk and had fun. Also, Willi, our warden, visited us a visit.
Then, the psychiatrists game. An event to which a few of the girls are looking forward for the snowshoe hike. Chris and I are registered as doctors 'voluntary', the others are diagnosed by us to group therapy. We quickly realize that we sit here many a serious case at the table, and after a long session, we can provide the correct overall diagnosis. Fortunately, then uses the healing.
are a few group games later we out there in front of the hut. The time is gone, the year is as old as never before. Only a few minutes. Missiles are being prepared, distributed and champagne glasses, it's so far. Pummerin and waltzes out of the car radio. Sparkling heads. Toast. New Year's wishes. Fireworks. Waltz. Cheerfully it goes under a clear starry sky over after 2011.
drives After almost an hour we returned to cold in the hut. Here we tinker marzipan pigs and other animals distribute various New Year's gifts and celebrate even more time. Gradually, it attracts more and more of us in our sleeping bags. The last hardcore horror fans still hold up through six.
A worthy start to a hopefully good year.
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