Yeah... somewhere in my past I recall learning that, similar appearance aside, hair conditioner and hand lotion are very different critters.
Long (long) ago, on a school-sponsored tour of Europe, one of our stops was Schilthorn, a lesser but still well-known Swiss mountain (featured in the Jame Bond movie, On Her Majesty's Secret Service). We took a cable car from the summer valley below to the snow-bound mountaintop. One of the gals was wearing sandals, and her feet turned blue. (I had to warm them against my stomach which, assuming it sounds fun in the first place, isn't as fun as it sounds.) But it was an amazing experience -- a lifetime memory. (The mountain, I mean, not the cold feet.)
It’s nice to know I’m not the only desperate person who made a total disaster of my hair! I’ve NEVER made that mistake again. However, I’m sure many more will follow in our footsteps and discover that it doesn’t work. These days, I treat my hair like a valuable cashmere sweater. I am very particular about what I slather all over it. Once bit twice shy.
My saving grace on the Matterhorn was I had my fuzzy sleep socks in my back-pack. And, I didn’t give a rip-snort if I looked totally foolish, at least I didn’t freeze to death. I didn’t count on getting an iconic photo taken of myself, though. BUSTED! Ms. Frazel-Head conceals her sleep socks for the Matternhorn Photo op with Hector the St. Bernard.
It *looks* like it should work, so no doubt we weren’t first and won’t be last. In my younger hippie days, I wore my hair pretty long, as required, and cared more about hair care. These days I use clippers to give myself a buzz cut, so it doesn’t really matter anymore. Old age sucks but does have its benefits!
You’re lucky you had those socks. That gal on our trip up Schilthorn had genuinely blue feet. Here in Minnesnowta, another benefit to old age is that you start dressing for warmth, not style.
Good photo op. It was the picture of the dogs that caught my eye and got me reading the post. Pretty funny post, too!
It's a lovely country and I'm sure you will really enjoy visiting it. I will write more about Switzerland in the future, as I stayed there for a month and went to a French Immersion Language Program.
That sounds like a real communication barrier, for sure. Some places have hospitality mastered a whole lot better than others. Switzerland is not at the top of the list of "warm and fuzzy" places I've visited.
Yeah... somewhere in my past I recall learning that, similar appearance aside, hair conditioner and hand lotion are very different critters.
Long (long) ago, on a school-sponsored tour of Europe, one of our stops was Schilthorn, a lesser but still well-known Swiss mountain (featured in the Jame Bond movie, On Her Majesty's Secret Service). We took a cable car from the summer valley below to the snow-bound mountaintop. One of the gals was wearing sandals, and her feet turned blue. (I had to warm them against my stomach which, assuming it sounds fun in the first place, isn't as fun as it sounds.) But it was an amazing experience -- a lifetime memory. (The mountain, I mean, not the cold feet.)
It’s nice to know I’m not the only desperate person who made a total disaster of my hair! I’ve NEVER made that mistake again. However, I’m sure many more will follow in our footsteps and discover that it doesn’t work. These days, I treat my hair like a valuable cashmere sweater. I am very particular about what I slather all over it. Once bit twice shy.
My saving grace on the Matterhorn was I had my fuzzy sleep socks in my back-pack. And, I didn’t give a rip-snort if I looked totally foolish, at least I didn’t freeze to death. I didn’t count on getting an iconic photo taken of myself, though. BUSTED! Ms. Frazel-Head conceals her sleep socks for the Matternhorn Photo op with Hector the St. Bernard.
It *looks* like it should work, so no doubt we weren’t first and won’t be last. In my younger hippie days, I wore my hair pretty long, as required, and cared more about hair care. These days I use clippers to give myself a buzz cut, so it doesn’t really matter anymore. Old age sucks but does have its benefits!
You’re lucky you had those socks. That gal on our trip up Schilthorn had genuinely blue feet. Here in Minnesnowta, another benefit to old age is that you start dressing for warmth, not style.
Good photo op. It was the picture of the dogs that caught my eye and got me reading the post. Pretty funny post, too!
This post re-ignites my Swiss dreams! One day , I hope them out some day - not just read about Switzerland in blogs and watch Swiss travel webinars !
It's a lovely country and I'm sure you will really enjoy visiting it. I will write more about Switzerland in the future, as I stayed there for a month and went to a French Immersion Language Program.
I went for a week to Rappiswil in Switzerland.
Thought I'd get on okay with my school girl French.
Oh wow, only German spoken and no one friendly in shops or restaurants.
Resorted to dining at McDonald's and the railway station.
Could not even order a coffee at the White Swan hotel that I was staying at.
Never went up the gondola as didn't know how to get a ticket.
Beautiful town and scenery.
Hi Cairn,
That sounds like a real communication barrier, for sure. Some places have hospitality mastered a whole lot better than others. Switzerland is not at the top of the list of "warm and fuzzy" places I've visited.