Hubby and I love to travel.
So far we’ve only been to a few countries, but it doesn’t matter where we’re going to, our trips are always awesome. ?
I think it has something to do with our interest in other cultures and the fact that we start our vacations blank, to avoid expectations that can turn into disappointments.
I am a big stresser and I’m blessed with a very relaxed and well organized man.
Weeks before our vacation, I’m already packing my suitcase. (More like; Pack, unpack and pack again. Why? No idea.. ?)
Hubby starts packing a day, or sometimes even a few hours, before we leave, what gives me the nerves, but it’s never been a problem.
Flying is not my hobby, I’ll get on an airplane, because it’s an ideal way of travelling.
Hub is already used to me whining every flight, hopefully it will get better some day. ?
A few years ago we decided to go on vacation by car, destination Austria.
The only mountain I had ever seen in real life, is the Atlas, in Tunisia, where I immediately fell in love.
That time it didn’t felt like I was somewhere high in the air standing on a piece of rock, this time would be different. ?
Our vacations starts when we leave our home.
Once we arrived in Austria I didn’t knew where to look and yelled, like a toddler for the first time in a circus, every ten seconds; “Wow!” ?
We stayed in Ehrwald, pretty close to the German border and our guest house had a beautiful view of Germany’s highest mountain, The Zugspitze.
The Zugspitze is is almost three kilometers high and is located on the border Germany – Austria. ⛰️
After a relax-day from our trip, we decided to putt on our walking shoes, we wanted to walk to the top of The Zugspitze.
We knew it was possible and we could take a cable cart to go back down again.
After a hike for more than an hour and a half, in a beautiful setting, we didn’t quite understood the signs. One of Hubby’s many ability’s is his great orientation, or like I say; Build-in GPS. If he no longer knows where to go to, something is not right. ?
We came across some other hikers who told us we didn’t had the right equipment to get to the top. We didn’t want to take a change, so we turned around and walked back to where we started.
When we took the cable cart to the top, it became clear how heavy the climb would have been and that we were, indeed, not prepared.
Something that wasn’t described in the information we got.
Once we were up on top of the mountain I found out I have a severe case of vertigo.
I enjoyed the view, but with shaky legs. ?
The Zugspitze is a big touristic attraction with a panorama terrace and fences, although it was high, the fences made me feel pretty safe.
Austria has enough choices when it comes to mountains, so we decided to go to another mountain, slightly less touristy.
Unfortunately my shaky legs only got worse and invited a panic attack, and not a light form of panic. I express most things like a total nutjob, vertigo included.
The mountain had a view of The Zugspitze, which I have given the name “Monstermountain”, that thing still gives me nightmares. ?
I got the feeling like I was hundreds of kilometers above the ground, walking on a small, thin, walking board and could fall into the abyss at any moment.
I didn’t trust my wobbly legs and so I tried to crawl forward, on my hands and knees.
Hubby gives me a strange look quite often, but this time he looked at me as if he no longer recognized his own wife.
I continued crawling and crying in utter fear. (Honestly, it was out of control shrieking, as if the world was going to end. ?)
We encountered other hikers and Hubby started walking in front of me, in shame I think.
Looking back, it’s weird people didn’t send a rescue team. Seeing me crawling and crying must have looked bizarre. ?
Hubby dragged me back to the cable cart and back down again, with both feet on the ground, I was surprised about what just happened, the panic was completely gone.
With a card for the ski areas we could use the cable carts unlimited. I wanted to go up the mountain again, it was still strange what happened before and I didn’t understand it.
Back at the top Miss Hysteria came back to life.
This time I pushed myself against a wall and I asked Hubby to arrange a helicopter to get me back down. I was afraid to move a muscle. ?
I suspect that Hubby wanted to sell me at that moment.
He is a true adventurer and the adventures he has with me are not the kind he would choose, but sweet and protective as he is, he stayed by my side and tried to calm me down, which only worked when we were down again.
That evening, I tried to find info about Vertigo and especially how to get rid from it.
The following day I wanted to get back op top of the mountain again, I’m quite stubborn.
Ready to go, but this time prepared with a list of tips. ?
Back at the top my hysteria was having the time of her life, so I started with the first tip, singing.
My voice can cause avalanches, so it wasn’t really helpful.
Playing music from my phone didn’t work either, my hysteria didn’t wanted to leave me. ?
The fear was mostly the idea that I could fall off the mountain, so Hubby came up with the idea to walk down, to show that it’s not possible to just fall off.
We came up the mountain with two cable carts, the first one brought you half way and the second brought you to the top. The idea was to walk to the first cart and take that one to go back down.
Hubby grabbed my hand and it felt like he was taking me into the abyss. I walked, but with a lot of tears and whining.
By a miracle, after we walked for about a half hour I actually stopped crying, maybe partly because I had signs of dehydration, but also because I was calming down.
I started to enjoy the surroundings.
We saw the first cart and although it was getting better, I was very happy to see it. Unfortunately once we arrived it turned out it was already closed. We were way too late. ?
Now we had to walk the entire path back down.
The worst fear of heights was gone, now the question was how to get back down again.
The route goes around the mountain, which is miles long.
Dusk was setting in, so we had to hurry a bit.
We decided to cut off and walk through to forest, or more; slide through the forest. ?
My fear of tilt was now gone, I had other fears.
There was a storm heading our way and it was not recommended to stay in the forests when it’s dark, because of wild animals, such as bears or wolves, you might come across.
I’ve thought that this extra adventure was a way of Hubby to help me get rid of my fear of heights, or my extra pounds. ?
It took us three hours to get down, but we came down, alive, only a bit tired and with some blisters.
The rest of the vacation we checked the opening hours of the cable carts, to make sure this wouldn’t happen again. But the best part is that I haven’t cried on the top of a mountain since. ?
The stress was still there, but more on the background and especially near an abyss, so it was important to stay away or just look at a different direction.
Fear of heights is something intense and incomprehensible.
I’m glad I tried to fight it. I’m still no hero with heights, but it’s slowly getting better. ?
This vacation was, like all others, unforgettable and full of awesome (and hysterical) experiences. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. ?