No rules but traditions are the essence of the World's Worst. A very fine such tradition are the Easter Runs, with Ice Queen and Slush Puppie being the regular since ... I forgot when. Certainly for a very long time.
Kaltenleutgeben, which is a sort of village on the southwestern edge of Vienna and a bit tricky to get to (long, narrow and winding roads) is offering its beauties only on second or third looks. Not far off from the
Gasthaus Kaiserziegel, known to some for their old-fashioned cuisine (in the positive sense).
Anyhow, steepish road leading up to the carpark and hills all around were not a promise of a light flat jog ahead. Up the hills and straight into the area of the lovely
Naturpark Föhrenberge (a really vast forested area) it was very much un up, spiked with the occasional Checkback and split trails (2Bob declared himself happy to run in a yankfree zone, at least temporarily) when some regular running track came up and - naturally - one remembers the sophisticated moments best. After too many fruitless checks for Easter Eggs consolation came in form of lovely
Eierlikör (only several years old) but nonetheless inhaled by the pack of drunkards within the usual timespan of nanoseconds.
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| Gone country |
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| Drum solo |
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| History! |
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| Not an eggliquor drinker |
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| 69 sips! |
After this mild refreshment interval it was on back an downhill for a while, at the very end passing by the local stables. And on in towards another long circle where Ice Queen was presented with drinking mug No. 69!
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