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Day Five, Castelrotto, Italy- We arrived in Castelrotto and found our Hotel (D Oro). This was by far the most upscale place that we had stayed at. It had a spa, laundry facility, a masseuse, a bar, and a formal dining area. We had asked if we could change our reservation, but were denied and told that we would be charged for the night, hoping to climb to the Schlern upon our arrival. We were also notified by another Hotel that we had failed to cancel a reservation for June 16th and that they were charging our credit card for the full price of the room??? (We were not even out of the US by that time). Needless to say, Tim was quite upset and we bagged our trip to the Schlern Rifugio. We toured the town, had Pizza for lunch, experienced the Italian siesta period, I drank from the town fountain (do not do this; I was sick as hell for several hours). We decided at 1600 to head up for a hike and explore the upper meadow. We took a lift to Marinzen (1486 meters) and we told to be back to the lift by 1900 hours, when the lift closed. We hiked from Marinzen to Puflatsch Bullaccia (2174 meters).This hike hurt like hell, hot and dry, steep as heck and I tasted that nasty fountain water the entire way up! We had great views of the Dolomites and Sasso Piato, tomorrow's adventure. We raced back down to the lift and arrived at 1845. The lift area was a ghost town. We knocked on the lodge doors and a window hoping someone was inside. Finally a very intoxicated Italian man answered the door and stated that the lift had closed at 1700 hours, 15 minutes after we had taken it up!Our option was to hike down the mountain a 2-3 hour hike back to town. We decided to screw around and b**** about our predicament on a zip line near the lodge. All of a sudden we heard a car engine start up, Tim ran for the car stopping it. Inside was our very intoxicated Italian man who offered us a ride back to town.Not looking at the road ¾ of the time, swerving on the 1 lane mountain road and reeking of wine we rolled down the hill listening to Debbie Gibson on the radio. Trying to honk at the girls, he missed the button with his hands beating on the wheel instead; he cat called the girls passing them on the road. He let us out at a bar about a ½ mile from town. That was "Legend," we both yelled! We ate dinner, Calazones and beer, stopped in on a local band practicing in a hall of some sorts, had a beer and then headed to the steam room. Finally to bed with visions of Schlern and Sasso Piato tomorrow!
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