Feb. 16, 1935: Another entry for the annals of “Things That Didn’t Catch On” from The Times’s Mid-Week Pictorial shows a demonstration of a typewriting device worn as gloves. Although the contraption was expected “to be useful in making bookkeeping entries,” its inventor, Alois Gamper of Bichlbach, Austria, failed to become a household name. Photo: The New York Times
Arriving in the dark provided us with a shockingly epic view to wake up to -
we’d accidentally camped at the base of a chair lift up to an impressive
mountain. In fact the town of Garmisch-Partenkirchen was surrounded by snow
capped mountains in a pleasant valley with a river running through it.
Theo relished the chance to photograph the quaint wooden cabins dotted
throughout the fields as the mountains loomed in the background.
An imposing ski jump was our back drop that night. Evening entertainment
provided by undercover police, startling us whilst eating dinner - blue
flashing lights illuminating the fogged up windscreen. Worried we’d be moved on
by them we were relieved to discover they were just keen to identify us as
owners of the vehicle (a lot of GB vehicles pass through here with non-GB
owners according to the undercover police officer checking our documents).
After 5 months of wild camping we were yet to be moved on from an overnight
spot, and this was no exception. The police officer didn’t seem to care that we
were staying, so we carried on with our dinner once they’d driven off in their
Austria was in our sights, or it was until we realised we’d need winter tyres.
The apparent fine for non-compliance scared us off. Keen to see our first
winter market in an idyllic setting we hopped on a train to Innsbruck from
Garmisch-Partenkirchen, foolishly boarding incredibly early therefore missing
out on the apparently beautiful scenery (guess we’ll never know). We were in
fact so early that the market didn’t open until 11am. We had a couple of hours
to kill in Innsbruck before we could have a browse of the Christmas market
The central area of Innsbruck was perfect for a winter market; old buildings
with intricate architecture, ice blue river flowing through, and snow capped
mountains surrounding us.
Once the stalls were open we swiftly realised this Christmas market was similar
to the Frankfurt Christmas Market seen back home in Birmingham, it seems
there’s not much difference between Christmas markets. Nevertheless we relished
the festive atmosphere with fairy light adorned Christmas trees placed
throughout and extravagant lighting strewn amongst the cobbled streets.
After a cup of mulled wine, bagging the mug as a memento, we waddled up the
City Tower as we’d over indulged on pizza for lunch - the one food we miss
being able to cook. The Tower was quite narrow at the top so we had to squeeze
through other tourists up there overlooking the square and the Goldenes Dachl.
Determined to burst before we boarded the train home we popped into a strudel
shop to sample the cherry & ricotta strudel (very nice) before hopping back
over the border to our waiting van. We were ready for bed