In 33 chapters, it takes you through the areas of town history, winter sports and Alfongs Walde.
And from now on, English is also available to our visitors in addition to German.
All you need is a smartphone and the Hearonymus app, which can be downloaded free of charge from the App Store and Google Play Store.
Whether the Topdeck passengers of circa 1985 and 1986 make it into the annals (more likely anals) of Kitzbuhel, or its neighbour, Kirchberg history is another matter.
Centred around the festivity in the party chalet was a beer game.
It involved a glass boot filled with best Austrian beer.
Among the rules was to keep the toe centred, pass in the correct direction.
And, of course, not to regurgitate when you turn the heel and hit the bubble.
Of course just to keep you lubricated between shots was the Hexengeist schnapps which you set fire to to before downing.
Schnapps to it
A strong chocolatey taste from what I can remember it was known among our circles as an F*** because that’s what you do when you drink it.
Search for ”Museum Kitzbühel” in the app and the voices of Wido Sieberer, museum director, Michael Berger-Walde, actor and grandson of Alfongs Walde, Melanie Preston and Nevena Lukic will accompany you.
Through all the exhibition areas and onto the spectacular roof terrace.
Visitors simply listen to the background, stories and anecdotes via the smartphone speakers or the headphones they have brought along.
The Museum Kitzbühel
The museum is situated in the Hinterstadt of Kitzbühel and it was first mentioned by name in the 16th century.
Only the southwest tower dates from the time of the town’s founding around 1271.
Now, of course, when you’re in Kitzbuhel and Kirchberg you need to take part in the outdoorsy activities too.
We did, even though it was the autumn and we were moving on from the Oktoberfest.
Slip slidin’ away
And that meant the tobogganing which, of course, I took an alternative way of negotiating…
On my back, sans my board…
And, yes, once the beer and schnapps and whisky wore off, it hurt like hell.
Particularly writhing around the bunk bend of the booze bus which also accommodated a kitchen downstairs.
I have, of course, been back since those days of Aussie beer games and Tirol.
With the Scary One skiing and sliding in Soll in the wintertime.