Day 7: Apres Ski (04/02/2011)



No chopsticks were harmed in the making of this picture.

















All the common sense gets left at home when snow holidays start.

Any sensible person would tuck up early in bed after a hard day on the slopes.

You're tired and you want to sleep.You're injured and you want to heal.You want to be up early in the morning to get to the snow while its still fresh. And the cost of food and late night drinking is directly and painfullly proportional to the altitude at which it is served; and skiing happens very high up indeed.

So why do we break the bank to go skiiing and then kick it repeatedly in the ribs when it is down, for good measure.

They called it Apres Ski, regardless of whether you are in France. It is a euphemism for hedonism. You can ski cheaply but it requires discipline with the menu, planning with the budget and indifference to lumpy beds and the smell of wet socks.

We managed a bit of both.

Dirk and Victoria were generous to a fault and so while we had the Apres Ski, we also had the lumpy beds.

Japanese dark beer at the Hie resturant. The tenderest Sushimi. Shot-gunning Vodka Redbull at Club 902 with a nightclub friendly doberman. We had it all.

And of course, altitude makes you do funny things, like throw yourself down a break neck slope from a perfectly good peice of flat ground.

Or jam chop sticks up your nose.



I look a bit puffy. Its the altitude!