skiing holiday in Ischgl in the Alps. At the time, there were no Foreign Office warnings about travelling to Austria and nothing in the news, either.
I thought, why not?When I arrived it was business as usual. I went straight to a bar – the Jägermeister was flowing and the place was heaving.
Twenty-four hours later, we had dinner in a packed Italian restaurant. I’d spotted something vague on the resort website saying that there was coronavirus in town and that there’d be no après-ski that evening.
But all the hotel bars, restaurants and boutiques were open.On Friday everything chan-ged. At 2.15pm I got a call from my hotel: ‘Mr Mallender, you need to get back here immediately.
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