Reading through the Helvellyn thread reminded me of a time I was working in Switzerland. Export sales- so suit & tie on. Driving alongside the Jungfraujoch I passed a ski lift and for some crazy reason thought "I will try that" (don't ski and never been on one).
So..............in suit & tie...........I paid and got on a 2 man lift.
It got me so far and I had to transfer to a 12 man lift (remember I had absolutely no idea what to expect or how high it went.
It got me to another level where I transferred again to something like a 40 person carriage.........by which time all the people dressed to ski and carrying their skis were giving me funny looks.
Got out at the top...........amazing!! Beautiful views. So I wandered around in the dress shoes, suit & tie until deciding to return.
Only to find there were something like 5 or 6 different ski lifts going to massively different parts of the base. I had no idea of the name of the area where I had left my car. I spoke next to no French or Italian and the guy in the ticket office spoke little English.
The words "don't panic Mr Manwaring" came to mind
The ticket office guy eventually showed me some photos of the different base stations and (I think) some video links until I saw something I recognised............then with his help I found my way down.
It was a funny story to tell but really scary at the time.
So..............in suit & tie...........I paid and got on a 2 man lift.
It got me so far and I had to transfer to a 12 man lift (remember I had absolutely no idea what to expect or how high it went.
It got me to another level where I transferred again to something like a 40 person carriage.........by which time all the people dressed to ski and carrying their skis were giving me funny looks.
Got out at the top...........amazing!! Beautiful views. So I wandered around in the dress shoes, suit & tie until deciding to return.
Only to find there were something like 5 or 6 different ski lifts going to massively different parts of the base. I had no idea of the name of the area where I had left my car. I spoke next to no French or Italian and the guy in the ticket office spoke little English.
The words "don't panic Mr Manwaring" came to mind

The ticket office guy eventually showed me some photos of the different base stations and (I think) some video links until I saw something I recognised............then with his help I found my way down.
It was a funny story to tell but really scary at the time.