You would think that in such stunning surroundings as the Austrian Alps, the desire to play euro pop at an unnecessarily loud level at every piste side café would be one that over time has lessened. It appears not. However after blasting down a black run with your legs shaking under you, sipping your 'skiwasser' and eating your 'pancake soup', the euro pop is strangely welcoming. Odd what emotions certain scenarios provoke!
