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... from Garry’s class to tell me I’m an awesome snowboarder (sometimes praise doesn’t have to be sincere J).
Once down to Angertal, we found Mark, he’d already traded his gear in (cough) wimp (couth)! He very kindly agreed to come up the beginners slope to watch me and my new skills.
I then had a run with some of the ski instructors: they were learning the snowboard so the pace was lovely. I enjoyed that very much, got ...
... my thighs hurt.
Very very rewarding day, best day ever, again. I waited for the lads for apres ski for all of 5 minutes, then decided to disco nap. I got on the bus home, fell asleep and took that sleep straight to bed for a solid 5 hour disco nap.
I donned my pimp suit for a couple of hours out with the boys, nothing too strenuous. For the one-for-the-road Mark and I went into the Irish bar, they were kicking out so we did a shot and ...
... protect my noggin. Maybe kneepads too.
I had earmarked today as the day I will return to Bad Gastein for old-time’s sake, to dance on the tables at the Swedish bar and watch the guy singing and playing guitar while downing shots and if I’m really lucky: vomit into the guitar. The route over the mountain started with the T-bar (no sexual partner this time) across some blues (freestyle jumping), getting a bit lost at spaghetti junction followed ...
I know the way today, up the mountain, down the mountain, in the right direction, not just on time for school, early! My reward: I hear beautiful singing & guitar playing; it's Róisín that I met on the bus the other day playing on the radio show. Nice work Róisín! Also to her credit, I asked and was granted the request to play 3 chords (badly) on her guitar, I miss my strings.
Virtually everything Julian teaches us today is "this ...
... That sounded sad but I loved learning what he could tell me about the country he comes from. Garry persuades the DJ to play “Don’t stop believing”. Brief dancing on the tables interlude. Conversation doesn’t manage to get back to quite such a serious tone. We all spend a long time talking to the Slovenians. Turns out they are staying in the same hotel; we make snow angels, wake up the boys, eat fruit and turn ...