Saw some strange habits there. Firstly, at the end of Saisera everybody was going with snow-shoes - on asphalt, cart-roads, mountain paths... So I was overtaking groups up to the hut. Later snow was deeper and despite there was a track, I had to trudge, because due to snow-shoes it was not beaten enough. I was sorry not to take skis, but my injury would not allow skiing yet. Even so I caught a group of some 20 people, resting there. Nobody was ahead of us. So, I stopped, had a beer, caught the group again, stopped, put crampons on, caught them when they stopped some 100 meters below the summit. Now I had to go first, as nobody from the group had a strange habit to climb the top of mountain, after walking two hours and half. Over a steep part I was soon on top - the only one that day. Still, it was a great winter day!