PART TWO : On top of a mountain......continued

OK I can do this, I'm no sissy chick. Hey i spent my entire childhood holidays in Nanga( south of Perth ) in the bush climbing hills, wading through rivers and climbing trees. The fact that i have never seen or walked on snow before ....ffft how hard can it be! NEVER UNDERESTIMATE SNOW it looks so pure, lovely, fluffy and nice but makes you look like an absolute muppet when you walk across it. You have to do this sort of `angry duck´walk, slamming your heel into the snow with your feet pointed out slightly.
So there i am , squinty faced, covered in 30+ suncream( looking like a weird, blonde mountain geisha girl ) and walking like a drunk angry duck. NEVER UNDERESTIMATE ME!

After an amazing, grueling, exhilarating two and a half hours, with a couple of `holy f**k my life just flashed before my eyes´ moments were at the base of Monte Rosa. Well I'm at the base of Monte Rosa, the other five guys have been down for ages and are sitting in a green flower filled field next to a river. I'm sure i could see a collective thought bubble above their heads " who brought the girl! ". I stumble towards the green Field like its an oasis in the middle of the dessert. I sit down to rest my wiery legs and eat a sandwich...most deserved meal iv ever eaten.
Leaning against my bag and looking back up at Monte Rosa to see what i had just accomplished brings an immediate smile to my face. A sense of pride and gratitude rises up and fills my entire body. I nearly do a Julie Andrews from the movie the sound of music and start waltzing and singing through the fields...luckily for everybody else my legs are to tired.

A piece of information that I'm still blissfully unaware of is that there is still a 4 hour walk along a rocky hill side path ahead of us that will take us to a small bus port. I think i need to change my strategy of `Go with the flow and ask questions later´. The pitty party went into full swing about 2 hours into the 4 hour walk. It was all inclusive with pursed lips, dramatic dragging of the feet and whispering F´s & C´s to myself. Not even the cute cows with big donging bells around their necks grazing on the hillside could lift the little black rain cloud from above my head....hang on...i look up...that's not my very own personal pitty party rain cloud....there real rain clouds...YEP 3 hours in and it starts raining. This is where i stopped for a moment, looked around at my glorious surroundings, putting my arms out and and my head back . As the fresh, cool rain splashed all over me a song came into my head " Always look on the bright side of life...da..da..da..da..da..da.." and i kept on walking with a smile.

GLORIOUS indeed was the beer i had at the bar at the bus port. A short, much enjoyed bus ride we arrive in Sass-Fee, Switzerland. The most picturesque quaint ski resort town i have ever seen( OK only one iv ever seen) Its picture perfect. Wooden chalets and cobble stone streets are the fore ground and wrapped around us like a beautifully painted backdrop from a stage production are snow covered alps, the orchestra is made up of church bells, delicate music and singing that floats through the air.

We all stay the the night here where we are checked into an adorable tilted chalet that looks like it was from the original Alice in Wonderland. Its completely crooked, every room gets smalled and smaller and its walls are made out of old doors.
We enjoy the night altogether in a restaurant eating fondue and drinking as many bottles of wine as there are people at the table( probably more!) BELLISSIMA!!!!
We arrive back to Cannobio the next day by sequence of bus, train and car. Totally exhausted but happy. It is here that i would like to thank Pietro for organising the entire weekend, to the six other beautiful people who were there for making it such a memorable weekend...and to Luca for ever so patiently and gently helping me down the mountain( not that i needed much help! )

So girls, a word of warning. If your beautiful European boyfriend ever says to you " Hunny were going walking on the weekend". You will need a pair of serious climbing boots, a packed lunch and maybe ask a few questions first because he ain't taking you walking......hes taking you ON TOP OF A MOUNTAIN!!!!!