Another ski day done and dusted ... with more than a dusting of snow, I might add - it hasn't stopped snowing all day and the whole mountain has had a good top up. It's still coming down as the night skiing gets under way.
By 10.30 this morning we felt like we'd done a day's skiing and had a coffee stop at King Bell Hut. Then back out to it. The weather was changeable - snow squalls gave way to sun, windy gusts followed calm patches. And all the while those beautiful white flakes came down and the skiing was bloody good. Brett played around in the trees and I found a lovely run I enjoyed. We'd meet at the covered chairlift, its canopy keeping the wind out on our journeys up the slope. We had fun doing that for a while before Bo-yo-so beckoned us, yet again, for lunch. As expected, we bumped into other regulars.
A few more runs after lunch was enough for me and I called it quits, a sore throat and bunged up nose making a hot soak and relax seem rather inviting by mid-afternoon. I left Brett to it and headed back to base after what was a full and fab day's skiing. I imagine tomorrow will be fantastic snow.
We set off for town with the aim of going to Jam Bar - as recommended by locals. Alas it was closed, as it had been the day before. Instead, we headed to another nearby bar called The Slippery Slope. Being on a street with an incline it's not hard to see why it got its name and even though it wasn't nearly so icy as the night before, I managed to virtually skate in the door with arms wheeling like a cartoon character. We ordered our drinks and grabbed a table. We were soon joined by a lovely family from the UK who had just arrived. We chatted and gave them a few tips and pointers until they decided the travelling had caught up with them.
My sore throat felt remarkably better after a couple of wines and Brett was hungry so ordered a burrito. The food menu was pretty much burgers and ribs and more tex-mex than Jap - didn't appeal so much to me so I just ordered another wine!
Along came a group of Aussies to join us at our table - real Ockers, this lot, from Queensland. Surfers and skiers, old and young, fathers and sons, this was a group who no doubt pushed the limits of anything they did. We yakked for a while until we'd had enough Ocker for an evening and headed home - via the Chemist for some lozenges for my throat, and a nice bottle of French red. Believe it or not, the Chemist has a huge wine selection, much better than the supermarket.
Snow was still falling as we drifted off to sleep.
OBSERVATION OF THE DAY: Almost all the lifties and on-mountain staff are Japanese. The workers in ski shops and bars and hotels etc are mostly from everywhere else, including Morocco! Efficiency and friendliness is the order of the day, in the village and up the mountain - in true Jap fashion, everything ticks like clockwork.
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