Day 8: My 'kind of rest day'

Today I have a couple things to share:
- another failure: the weather turned bad and we couldn't go over the Friesenbergscharte. So we had to take down a lift and then get around the mountain with a bus. Not really cheating, but being smart. With limited fitness and mountain experience a difficult alpine route doesn't make sense in bad weather.
- We decided to make it a short day, after the bus only 2 hours hike to the Pfitscher Joch Haus!
- The group split! Our couple decided to go the full next days trip to Stein (full 4 hours!)
- I was very happy the four of us decided to do the short route as it was pouring! My first day hiking in rain!
- We made it to Italy! The super nice hut was right after the boarder. I loved the place. Nice people, a 4 bed room for us, a shower that had hot water as long as you wanted (not with a coin for 1 euro per minute as many others), amazing views (when there was no fog) and again very good food.
- Unfortunately, David, one of our Swedish friends, didn't feel well. So after 2 hours hiking in the rain he got a Jagertee and then slept through for roughly 16 hours :-)
- I loved the 'rest day'. Did some laundry, some had a siesta and I finally managed to read my book :-)

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