Todd and Kate arrived yesterday from London. It’s a full house here now with Greer, Todd, and Kate camping in my “living room”. Katha came over in the evening and we made Käsespatze with more than a little help from my land-lady Christine. Dinner was eaten with Christine, her son Christoff and his girlfriend Nadine. The German’s tried out their best English and Greer and I spoke our best German. It was enough to be able to communicate. The Käsespätzle was most tasty.
Above: Dinner with Germans and Kiwis. Todd, Kate, and Greer stayed with me over New Years and we ate Käsespätzle our German hosts.
We headed into Oberstdorf later in the evening and watched the residents blow up the town centre. It seems the Oberstdorfians are all pyromaniacs. We had a few drinks in the Irish Pub afterwards to calm our nerves.
Above left: Greer, Katha, and I have a drink in my little room. Above right: Later on in the Irish Pub. Note the tasteful decorations hanging around Todd’s neck.
Above: Greer bought a pack of sparklers and we did our best fireworks show. It really was nothing compared to the show the crazy Oberstdorf folk put on. This involved many explosions and fire rockets as shown on the right. Good stuff.
Below: Fire work action.
Photos by Todd, Kate, and I. Video by Todd.
My first visitor arrived last night. Greer flew over from London and we visited rainy Munich today.
Above: Greer at the Munich train station. We did a poor job of finding something that uniquely identified the station as Munich’s so you’ll just have to believe me.
Below: Pretty buildings in Munich. Why does everything look better at night?
Chris Forne, Team Nike/Beaver Creek’s main navigator, reflects on the Adventure Racing World Champs 2009 in Portugal.
“This years adventure race world champs (ARWC) ended up being a pretty tough race for our team. The format was rather unusual, and no one really knew what the best strategy was for getting compulsory checkpoints, bonuses, or meeting cutoffs. This introduced more luck into the race, and although suitable for a fun competition, I don’t believe this format was suitable for the world champs. A result of this was that any of the top teams could have won if only they had done a bit less of the course and not attempted to get any bonus controls.
One of the main problems for our team was that we kept on only just making the cutoffs. This was not bad in itself, but meant we could not make use of our support crew for help or most importantly getting a good sleep. The result of this was that we wasted a lot of time hunting for somewhere suitable to sleep, and ended up not getting enough proper sleep during the race, causing us to slow down towards the end.
The biggest disaster for us however, was that I mis-read the instructions and got mixed up about when one of the cutoffs was towards the end of the race. We then decided to miss out all the checkpoints on the next section, as I didn’t think we had time to get any of them. This was reinforced by all the people at the transition incorrectly telling us that all the other top teams had done the same. As a consequence we missed out an easy checkpoint, which we could have easily got, that may have cost us the race.
Apart from this, I was pretty happy with our performance. No big navigational errors, and lots of fast racing, especially on the bikes and paddling. A big thanks to our support crew, for helping us out.”
I met Katha and her friends at the Fellhorn in the morning and we went skiing. It was a good day out. We did some long runs from the top of the mountain all the way down into Austria. I filled my stomach to overflowing at the restaurant with “pommes” and “germknödel”. Oh yes the old knödel. I hadn’t tasted this little treat since I was in Ischgl, Austria in 1998. It’s a dumpling in vanilla sauce covered with sugary poppy seed(?) stuff. It’s filled with jam. Delicious. Apparently it’s only really made for tourists on the ski-fields.
Above left: The lads. Manu and Marcel. Above right: The ladies. Otherwise known as A and B to save space in my small brain.
Below left: Katha and myself. Below right: Us having chocolates after the day’s skiing. My attempt at making a joke in German ended with me getting a rum shot hot chocolate instead of the standard. Yum.
It was my birthday today. As I’m still mostly no-friends Cris here I went skiing by myself on the field. It wasn’t too shabby as Toosharn would say. A little cold and lacking in company but still ok. I ran home from the field along the side of the road next to the snow. It’s funny. I don’t mind training here even though it’s below zero degrees. I think it’s ’cause it’s so dry that you don’t really get cold. You just wear a bit more clothing and go out and all is fine and dandy.
I was happy to find facebook overflowing with birthday messages which made me feel less like no-friends Cris and more like very-few-friends-in-Oberstdorf Cris. An improvement one might say.