Dogs go disco dancing 5 8 08

Today we are taking the car to the garage to get the brakes looked at. I awoke to no internet connection so I wasn’t a happy bunny! I mucked about with it but could not get it to work. After breakfast I went and found Mr Pirker (the house owner) and mentioned it to him, he mucked about and it looked like it might be a fault with our lap top. Anyway, he also called the Garage and said we’d come in and told them as much as he could about the issue – he’s very helpful.

We drove to Zams, a little village about 30km away and on the edge of Landek. The guy stuck the car on the ramp and had a look, he immediately said we need new brake discs and pads. We have constant issues with the brakes on this car, these were new pads in Feb and we’ve only done 10k miles. When we get home we’ll need to get this looked at properly, there must be some thing that is causing these to wear so often. Anyway, we’ve to go back on Thursday at 8 am with it.

Susan had some washing on so we headed back to the house to deal with that. The weather was not great, on and off rain and low cloud, not a day for walking, the tops were in mist all day.

We went to the bakers to buy a roll for lunch then went back home to eat it. We went for a walk with the dogs, we walked out of the village then up the hills to the south near Nasarene, along the path by the golf course. We met a lovely Border Collie Bitch, she was very frightened of them.

This is the village from the path

This is the back of our house, our room is at the front.

These sheep live on the hill behind the house, totally white apart from the heads.

We went and had a look at one of the chair lifts to see if it would be possible to take a dog on, I didn’t think it safe enough then we walked back to the town to have a drink.

We saw this man with a dog in a trolley, can’t see the reason for walking a dog if you have to pull it round in a trolley.

We sat at a cafe and had a drink, well I had an ice cream then we took the dogs back to the room. We went back out again as I wanted to buy a pair of new shoes. I found a really good pair of walking shoes, original price 90 euros, reduced to 50 euros but when they went through the till they were 30 euros. I’m considering going back for another pair.

We headed back to wait for Helen to call, we are all going for dinner as it is Annes last night. We watched 24 whist we waited.

Helen called and we went up to a pizza restaurant up the hill, the dogs are allowed which is great, they just sleep under the table and no one bothers. The food was excellent, we had a good night – but it as just beginning.

Every Summer St Anton fills with bus tours, the most unlikely people to holiday in a mountain resort arrive by the bus load on tours from Britain. Tuesday night is Disco night and we always go along for entertainment, thats watching them, not dancing!

So, off we go to the Sport Hotel, the dogs come along as Helen knows the gay barman and he keeps dog biscuits under the bar. They have never been to a disco before but soon find someone to clap them. We have a challenge to pick the most likely person to first have a heart attack, in my mind it is the man with the Polyester Grey Slacks, shiny shoes and white socks, he’s rocking way to the birdie song, waving his arms in the air like a mad thing. Bright red in the face and sweating like a pig, he’s definitely for the ticker trouble! Anne reckons it is the woman in the pale pink trouser suit, plastic gold strappy sandals and markies shirt, she looks very pale too! Thankfully rumour of a complaint about the music from residents puts a stop to the disco so they all live to see another bus tour, and Anne and I can stop arguing about who is going to do the chest compressions and who is doing the mouth to mouth bit.

We find a “quiet” seat in the lounge, next to the young crowd (well the under 60s), you can spot them as the men have their Primark shirts untucked.

We sat chatting to a few people, the tour guide from Parries Bus Company and the driver, he loved the dogs and Dan sat getting petted all night. The tour guide was a little tipsy and spent the night bending over in front of me (and other people), her top was very low and everything was on show, there comes an age when you should not be allowed to leave the house without a bra! The gay barman brough the dogs some water in a tiny Diamonte bowl, it was hardly enough for a cat never mind 2 dogs and he kept refilling it, eventually he got fed up and brought a plastic one. He was very kind but extremely camp.

We headed home for a good nights sleep after the excitement.