The instructors double-teamed our boarding class for week three. Twelve of us were hounded and harried through deep snow and rocky gullies by the galvanic Sandrine and the enigmatic Vincent. Vincent was defined by his ski-slope nose, and the hispid mucous icicles that hang below it. Sandrine was the bouncy cheerleader of the group, and […]
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The Sherpa supermarket is the best place to pick up some two and a half Euro shampain – Sire de Beaupre. Not strictly from the champagne region, but it does fire the plastic cork out at an obscene rate of knots due to the low atmospheric pressure here – some 2.3km above the level where
Yesterday, I hated snowboarding. I adjusted my boots and bindings constantly, complained about the pain in my feet. I swore, I sulked, I moped. I decided the best way to enjoy snowboarding was using a PlayStation 2, SSX Tricky and a nice warm bed with no boots on. This morning I hated snowboarding. I fell,
When it's good, it's very very good, but when it's bad, it's wicked. Read More »
