Apres ski... What is it?
Well, it usually involves a spot of drink...
Perhaps some music and dancing...
But not normally dancing quite like this...
It beats sitting at a desk, though!
Wednesday, 25 February 2009
Apres Ski at The Pano Bar at 2650m
Perhaps some music and dancing...
But not normally dancing quite like this...
It beats sitting at a desk, though!
Sunday, 22 February 2009
Piste Fashion Police #1
You will be amazed by the outfits some people think they can get away with wearing on the slopes. The most, erm, amazing tend to date from the 1980s. This one is a relatively mild example. I will add more outrageous and, erm, disgusting outfits as I catch them on film. The worst are the all-in-one bright multi-coloured ski suits. Or should I have said the best?! Don't worry, I will show you some of the most amazing and disgusting outfits as the weeks go on!
Thursday, 19 February 2009
Avalanche...
Avalanche is not just a dangerous snow slide, but also a nightclub in Les Deux Alpes.
Why did I end up there another time until 3:45am? I have no idea.
It's not the greatest place on earth by any means. It's fairly small and poky with a stage and a couple of poles for the more outgoing or alcohol influenced punters to dance on.
For some reason I let two of the young lads (and work colleagues) drag me there after an "Old Skool" night at another bar, Smokey Joes where I am writing this in the early afternoon, with three young Danish girls.
First I had to convince the staff on the door that I was a saisonaire in the resort for the whole season and not a punter on holiday for a week. This saves a lot of money, or approximately a quarter of my weekly earnings. The girl behind the counter did not want to believe me. She obviously thought I was far too old to be a saisonaire, but eventually her work colleague let me in.
Well, it is easy to forget that you are about twice the age of most people in the club after a few drinks and when you are surrounded by a sea of good looking young people. Yes, I started to dance. My dancing usually causes a number of reactions: shock, surprise, amusement, and many more! I think my style is best described as "crazed animal"! But it's not always quite so fast and wild, it all depends on the music.
Nothing much was going to happen in Avalanche that night as I had work the following day.
One thing that has to be mentioned is the owner of Avalanche. In summary he looks like a character that has just walked out of some cartoon; a big guy with a big quiff that sticks up vertically, large sideburns, big rimmed spectacles, jeans, waistcoat, and a tweed jacket, and often a hint of snow under his nose...
Why did I end up there another time until 3:45am? I have no idea.
It's not the greatest place on earth by any means. It's fairly small and poky with a stage and a couple of poles for the more outgoing or alcohol influenced punters to dance on.
For some reason I let two of the young lads (and work colleagues) drag me there after an "Old Skool" night at another bar, Smokey Joes where I am writing this in the early afternoon, with three young Danish girls.
First I had to convince the staff on the door that I was a saisonaire in the resort for the whole season and not a punter on holiday for a week. This saves a lot of money, or approximately a quarter of my weekly earnings. The girl behind the counter did not want to believe me. She obviously thought I was far too old to be a saisonaire, but eventually her work colleague let me in.
Well, it is easy to forget that you are about twice the age of most people in the club after a few drinks and when you are surrounded by a sea of good looking young people. Yes, I started to dance. My dancing usually causes a number of reactions: shock, surprise, amusement, and many more! I think my style is best described as "crazed animal"! But it's not always quite so fast and wild, it all depends on the music.
Nothing much was going to happen in Avalanche that night as I had work the following day.
One thing that has to be mentioned is the owner of Avalanche. In summary he looks like a character that has just walked out of some cartoon; a big guy with a big quiff that sticks up vertically, large sideburns, big rimmed spectacles, jeans, waistcoat, and a tweed jacket, and often a hint of snow under his nose...
Sunday, 15 February 2009
Meat Heads in Town...
One moment I was standing at the bar chatting to a friend, the next I caught the sight of a large shaven headed, tattooed meat head through the corner of my eye lunging towards me head first. I quickly realised he was trying to head butt me, but for what? I knew not. Thankfully, he only got a glancing blow as I dodged the main impact. Funny enough, he was thrown out of the bar very quickly. Was it the Kandahar soft shell top that drove him to it? I know not... The rest of the night passed with only silly banter and nutty dancing to some appalling karaoke sung by colleagues.
Thursday, 5 February 2009
Taking the Advanced/Fast Group
I haven't had so much fun so far as with the group that I skied with last week. They were all very good skiers and we had a laugh a minute as well as hitting all the difficult runs and even taking a trek off-piste when I was off duty and out of uniform.On the last two days I took out my camera and took around 200 photographs, mainly action shots with the zoon lens.
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