I wasn't really ready for it but then again it was his prerogative.
The Australian torso with the cheesey socks moved out from our room yesterday, to be replaced by Matthew McConaughey and Steve Zahn. Sadly, Penelope Cruz was not in tow, failing which we would have had a full house for the snowbound sequel to the movie, Sahara.
They were clearly travelling under assumed names and had gone to considerable lengths to protect their identities. They made the implausible claim that they were boilermakers from the mines in Perth W.A. and that they spent weeks underground at a time. The Hollywood tans gave the game away, as well as the hordes of screaming fans outside the hostel. I took a call for Matthew on the hostel phone from some guy calling himself Mr.Spielberg. He was very rude so I told him Matthew didn't ever want to speak to him and hung up.
They, like us, were on the first days of a round the world trip. The only difference was that they were throwing themselves down double black runs on a week's experience which was too rich for our blood. It was the only thing that they could do to escape the paparazzi who swarmed after them on the slopes.
We skied Iwatake today, no.3 of the seven Hakuba resorts.It had nice runs and great ramen in the mountain restaurants.
The comic potential for today was limited.
It turns out that reports of Bobby Brown's death had been greatly exaggerated after all.
It was only his career.
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