bvark
23rd January 2005, 15:45
Hi Folks,
After a series of catastrophes in the transport front (team german minibus 3.5h late, team champagne diverted to Lyon, and team snowtrain sitting in a minibus for three hours), everyone is here in a very wintery Tignes.
The lodge varies between well-appointed and distinctly functional (single glazed, no towels, and what looks like no complimentary cocktails), but us hardy mountain types don't complain about such things (except me). A WORLD of entertainment (xbox, ps2, gamecube, magic, settlers, poker and trivial pursuit) is on hand, so I'm expecting to see a high number of CBAs in the next few days :)
Massive amounts of snow has fallen, and it continues to fall, leading to off-piste amusement for all (except Mingtea who has tried to build himself an igloo twice).
All the noobies are taking to it extremely well (especially dark horse Ryvita who has been out shredding powder with the pros), and we're off out to celebrate Silk officially being an old man tonight (although this occasion merits only non-vintage champagne from the Fletcher purse).
You all suck, we all rule. Later, losers.
After a series of catastrophes in the transport front (team german minibus 3.5h late, team champagne diverted to Lyon, and team snowtrain sitting in a minibus for three hours), everyone is here in a very wintery Tignes.
The lodge varies between well-appointed and distinctly functional (single glazed, no towels, and what looks like no complimentary cocktails), but us hardy mountain types don't complain about such things (except me). A WORLD of entertainment (xbox, ps2, gamecube, magic, settlers, poker and trivial pursuit) is on hand, so I'm expecting to see a high number of CBAs in the next few days :)
Massive amounts of snow has fallen, and it continues to fall, leading to off-piste amusement for all (except Mingtea who has tried to build himself an igloo twice).
All the noobies are taking to it extremely well (especially dark horse Ryvita who has been out shredding powder with the pros), and we're off out to celebrate Silk officially being an old man tonight (although this occasion merits only non-vintage champagne from the Fletcher purse).
You all suck, we all rule. Later, losers.