Goodbye to a great man
The Lorunser disease can only be caught in childhood. Those who have holidayed at the Hotel Lorunser in the Austrian ski resort of Zurs are forever fated to believe that skiing involves pain. A day cruising the pistes with stops for schnapps and some sun is a profanation of the word skiing. A day trudging up a mountain with skins pasted onto the underside of one’s skis, dripping with sweat and with the sound of heavy breathing the only accompaniment, is the orthodox way. Even better if it is in a white-out where one can’t even see the plodding fool in front.