I always seem to go out in Chatel on the wrong night.
|Snowy Chatel (just to remind you all what it looked like)|
In the Avalanche Bar, Tuesday night is always a pretty big night with various themes. Last week it was neon, this week I’ve been gearing up for moustache night but given that I had a rare free day to myself today, I got smashed up last night and now I’m going to miss yet another Tuesday night. I know I’ll get a load of hassle for this but I’m working tomorrow and ski teaching with a hangover just isn’t fun.
After the chaos of the hot weather week last week, things are back to normal here now with cold temperatures meaning that the snow cannons are in action. Because of the limited snow that seems to be a problem with the whole of the alps, the afternoons aren’t great with most of the top snow scraped off leaving sheet ice to play on.
This might account for the massive amount of injuries and constant ambulances and helicopters flying about. The other night there were apparently 10-people in the pub with arms in slings and various other ailments. If this continues on it’s going to be chaos in February when all the half-termers arrive.
I went telemarking the other day and I’m hooked. It’s actually not as difficult as I thought it would be and it only took a few hours to work it all out. It’s an addictive feeling and quite a difficult one to describe but it does feel so much more natural than regular skiing. There is a certain something about the turn shapes and rhythm of it that really appeals to me, so much so that I’m going for it again on Thursday.
Of course it will eventually mean a whole load of shiny new equipment and a new pair of skis so I think I’ll be hitting the end of season sales hard.