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johnnyboy, top notch cliff hanger! I just hope you do find your skis - can swap them back with the shop that the left skis were from - or that the rentals were better! haha
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Obviously A snowHead isn't a real person
Obviously A snowHead isn't a real person
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Well, the person's real but it's just a made up name, see?
Well, the person's real but it's just a made up name, see?
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So, there I was, stranded at the drive in, branded a fool, what will they say…………
Sorry, showing my age now!
So, I was actually stranded in this restaurant without my skis, and with a random, completely different pair there instead; mine are mainly red with a bit of white, Salomon, 165s, these were bright orange, Rossis, in 155s. How someone could confuse the 2 is beyond me, especially as one of mine has a snowHeads sticker on it (the other sticker came off inside a day!). One of the guys from the restaurant called piste security, and so we went inside to wait. I saw Mlle Cutie, and true to my word to try using French I spouted “Mes skis sont disparu!” How close to accurate that is I have no idea, but she got the gist and was suitably horrified.
So, I got to spend a bit more time chatting whilst waiting for the piste security to arrive, but then the restaurant manager got a call saying they would not be able to make it that evening. However, having identified the shop the hire skis had come from, it seemed sensible to go there as they would have records of who they had hired them to, and who presumably had my babies. I did manage to leave my number with a female member of staff just in case the other person returned, but alas it was not to the person I would have liked to have given it to!
I was pretty certain it was just an innocent mistake, especially as my skis aren’t exactly brand new, top of the range kit, so I finally bid them all “bon journee” again and made my way back to town. I went to the shop I had been directed to, and they traced the skis to the customer of one of their smaller, hotel branches in, wait for it, the Oxalys; some very stupid people must stay there! 
He tried to get hold of the guy, but there was no answer from the room, so he gave me a lift home, via the shop in Oxalys to drop off the skis for the muppet who had taken mine; the guy in the shop there was to sort mine out and give me a ring.
So, after having popped down to see Damion in my local ski shop to explain that he wouldn’t be able to service my skis as they were missing in action, I finally returned home. I got a text a bit later, expecting it to be from the shop, but instead it was from Colin, one of the hockey guys I had bumped into the previous evening; they were all going up to watch the football in O’Connells, so I wandered up to join them. Numerous beers were consumed, both there and afterwards in the Frog, before we started heading home.
We stopped off for one in the bar in the lower shopping centre (can’t for the life of me think of the name) and I was greeted by “Ah, did you get your skis back?”. It was one of the guys from the restaurant, so I explained that, unfortunately, no I hadn’t yet got them. I rejoined the hockey guys and then realised that most of the people from the restaurant were in the bar, including, of course, my favourite waitress. I approached her and we chatted for a bit before she rejoined her group, and, I’m sad to say, I don’t think I got another glance from her while we were there; definitely 100% nothing going on.  Ah well.
We stopped off for a nightcap in the local Moo Bar before finally calling it a day, and I still hadn’t heard from the ski shop in Oxalys. Not to worry, I’m sure they’ll call first thing in the morning.
Alas not; no call from them, and, although it was cloudy and flat light again this morning meaning that I wasn’t desperate to get out there, I was a little concerned that I had heard nothing about my babies. I checked the message board in my reception before wandering up to the Oxalys where, typically, the ski shop was shut. However, a very nice lady on reception there made a few phone calls, and discovered that they had indeed already been returned to the reception in my apartments; shame nobody bothered to tell me. Anyway, the long and the short of it is that they were waiting safely for me on my return home. Reunited at last! At least something came of yesterday’s trials and tribulations, although, given the choice, I think I would rather the waitress than the skis! C’est la vie.
Ttfn
johnnyboy
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johnnyboy, hope you'll forgive the presumption but I've just fired you off a quick PM.... good news on the skis by the way, and don't be too quick to call time on the "other" matter 
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Everything comes to those who wait................including skis.
I reckon she is shy and you need to make the first move.
You have got more chance of getting with her than Sam Allardyce has of getting sacked by Newcastle !
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johnnyboy in case you don't catch up with it there's a chap on The Piste who has just arrived in Val Thorens and posted this:
hi there, just arrived in val thorens for a 3 week trip, drove across from scotland on my own so im keen to hook up with skiers and boarders while im out here. I ski to a good standard and keen to ski off piste. Post a reply if your keen. (using a phone for this so sorry if it comes in one big long sentence!) cheers erik
I just recalled this thread here and thought you might be interested.
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You have got more chance of getting with her than Sam Allardyce has of getting sacked by Newcastle ! |
See Jonnyboy .. it's fate !
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Johnny,
Getting worried that some of Martyn's moves may have rubbed off on you - just make sure that Mlle Cutie doesn't have a boyfriend!!!
See you soon for the rafting - guess the water will be about the same temperature as the snow!! And best of luck with getting your ski's back
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johnnyboy, shame you found the skis, you could have have claimed the insurance and come over to the dark side instead:D and probably have won the affection of the Cutie too, imhv
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Glad you got your skis back. If only you knew somone with a sign company you could get some labels with your contact details to stick on your skis between the bindings..........
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snowHeads are a friendly bunch.
snowHeads are a friendly bunch.
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no update yet today - this is better than our evening paper ! Still reckon its book material.
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And love to help out and answer questions and of course, read each other's snow reports.
And love to help out and answer questions and of course, read each other's snow reports.
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johnnyboy, sounds like you are having fun here, fancy a ski on saturday.
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Johnnyboy, I'll get some labels printed up with your name and Tel. It won't stop a thief, but will help if some random person takes your planks by accident.
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You know it makes sense.
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johnnyboy,
Good to see you got your babies back. Some lady's front bottom managed to take one of my poles from a mountain restaurant in La Ros last year, despite mine being a different make and 15cm longer.
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Otherwise you'll just go on seeing the one name:
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johnboy, that language is a bit salty. Is it really necessary?
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Poster: A snowHead
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WE ARE OUT THERE IN 3 WEEKS WHATS THE SNOW LIKE
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Obviously A snowHead isn't a real person
Obviously A snowHead isn't a real person
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johnboy, I havent been on the website for a while and theres simply too much to trawl through. Had a quick browse and sounds like your having fun anyway. Hope all is well and will try and keep a bit more up to date with your stories. Wish i was over there sampling the local beer with you.
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Well, the person's real but it's just a made up name, see?
Well, the person's real but it's just a made up name, see?
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punts,
Think you are getting me and johnnyboy, confused.
flowa,
Apologies.
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So, no pressure to keep you all entertained, having yesterday been likened to Oasis after their first 2 albums; very popular, but could they maintain the standard? Alas not was our general consensus, so it’s downhill all the way now I’m afraid. But more of that later.
Having recovered my babies I was out and about on Wednesday, even thought the conditions weren’t great, and then met up with the hockey club guys (and gal) to watch the footie in the Shamrock. It was absolutely heaving in there for the game, but soon thinned out afterwards, enough for us to have a few games of darts no less. Eventually we wandered back to their room for a final glass of wine before I returned home.
Thursday; scorchio! A really lovely day, no wind and clear and warm and just great. I took the Caron and Cime de Caron lifts up before skiing all the way down in one hit! A real queue for the Cime de Caron though, even though lifts elsewhere really have been quiet; I shudder to think what it will be like there in peak season. I saw an amazing pair of skis while waiting though; the guy who had them was a touch over 6ft I would say, and these skis were a good 8 inches taller than him, skinny, and dead straight from top to bottom. Rossi Equipe I think they were, goodness only knows how old they were, but I thought he must be a pretty good skier to get down anything on those.
Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, in the shape of walkie talkies, I met up with the hockey crew and skied with them in the afternoon; well, Colin and I skied while the other three sat on their bums half the time as is their wont. We did some nice runs, including playing in the powder at the edges of the piste, nothing major, but the furthest I had been off the groomed stuff since my emotionally scarring treck with Topsmoke, before eventually calling it a day after the sun had dropped from sight.
Just as well we made the most of the good weather, as the wind picked up overnight again, and although the lifts did open briefly on Friday morning, they were shut by about 10am or so my sources tell me! I had a look out at about 9, saw it wasn’t a clear blue day so was in no desperate hurry to get out there, and, having had a lie in, then showered, dressed and breakfasted it was after 10 when I pulled back the curtains and realised that the lifts I could see were no longer running. The wind showed no sign of dropping as morning turned to afternoon, and I had just closed my eyes for a power nap (after a particularly tiring morning; it’s stressful wondering if the lifts will re-open!) when I got a text from a snowHead who was in Val Thorens for a long weekend, having arrived late the previous evening. We’d previously agreed to try to get together; I was to have the honour of being the snowHead he would meet!
As there was nothing happening liftwise, we decided an afternoon pint was in order, and settled on the Frog as as good a place as any to have it. I embarked on the hike up there, and, having text a description on my clobber for the day and received “maroon T shirt, sat with tall blond  ” (his words not mine, I would have included tasty somewhere too!), we picked each other out as I walked through the door. And so I met Snojitos and his other half, Jodie. I spent a really nice afternoon with the two of them, talking about most things under the sun, from, of course, my blog (hence the Oasis reference above, although, just to bring me back down to earth, Jodie did within about 3 minutes of that, also compare me to Belle de Jour; not quite sure how to take that one, so to speak!) to some of their skiing adventures and trips (everybody really does have a story or two to tell), to music and even religion!
Eventually the lure of the chocolate cake back in their chalet called, and off they went; I’m not in any way saying I could compare to a day on the slopes, but, given that was unfortunately not on the cards, I think they had an enjoyable afternoon nonetheless. I know I did. Then, to cap it off, I finally managed to hook up with another snowHead, JonO 1001 who has been here all week but events have conspired to keep us apart. So I had another couple of drinks with him while the band played a pretty decent set of covers before we eventually called it a day. Considering I hadn’t made it out onto the slopes, I’d still managed to have a really good day, thanks entirely to a couple of drinks and good conversation in the company of, until then, unmet snowHeads. So many thanks Admin, something, I suspect, none of us say quite often enough. Thank you.
Ttfn
johnnyboy
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johnnyboy, great stuff - are you not bored yet? 
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Friday evening a gentle dusting started falling, and continued through the night; I awoke to complete cloud cover and fresh snow on my balcony. It’s always a little difficult to estimate how much has fallen, as there is an apartment and balcony above me, but I thought maybe a couple of inches; bit of an underestimate. I should have realised by the work being done in the Cascades lift base station across the piste from me; they were half an hour late opening, as were many of the lifts in the resort. Still, after the winds of Friday it was a relief that they were opening at all!
I hit the slopes about 10am, when the bulk of the lifts were open, and although all the fresh, which was in the region of 30cm, made for interesting skiing, matters were slightly complicated by the appalling visibility in most places. The light was flat when you could see, but the clouds closed in so often that it was genuinely difficult to see anything at all for much of the time. All the fresh had also meant that some runs were closed due to blasting, and there was a foot or more of powder on many pistes, often untracked as it was so quiet, being a changeover day and all. It also continued to snow throughout the day, with the flakes getting heavier as the day progressed, and I found the skiing quite tough for my standard and called it a day about 2pm. I still find it hard to relax properly in bad visibility, and it’s also fair to say I am far from proficient in powder yet, so I thought it better to quit while I was sort of ahead!
Roger C was back in VT for the weekend, and having missed him on his last visit I was determined to make it up to the Viking, his usual “Happy Hour” haunt, this time around. Happy hour is a fortunate misnomer in the Viking, being as they offer BOGOF from 4-7pm, and by the time I had made the hike up there, Roger C was already ensconced at the bar with his two friends for this trip, Richard and Tim. We caught the tail end of the Middlesboro-Liverpool game, and were joined in due course by Snowcrazy, who is in the resort for the next few weeks, and then Snojito and Jodie. We made the most of the BOGOF, stocking up just before the end, and then Snowcrazy retired to his more usual haunt, the Frog and Snojito and his other half returned to their chalet for their evening meal.
The remaining four of us popped across the road for a bite in Gringos; it’s obviously more popular as a restaurant than it had seemed as a late night bar on an earlier visit, and then we bade goodnight to Richard who was feeling the effects of a day’s skiing with Roger C I think and had decided to call it a day. Roger C, Tim and myself popped back across the road to the Frog, where we were rejoined by Snojito and Jodie, and eventually another snowHead who had been struggling his way up to the resort on a coach for, it seemed, most of the afternoon; finally Shallimus put in an appearance.
A few more beers were consumed before we finally all went our separate ways, looking forward to the forecast blue skies the following day. And fortunately the forecast was spot on, scorchio it indeed was. It was fantastic out there, with virgin powder off of each and every piste right through the day. Even I get tempted to dip off and back onto the piste when it looks so inviting, and I am slowly getting a little more confident when I do so; more experienced skiers must have had an absolute field day in the conditions. Yet again though, it was fortunate that I made the most of the conditions, as the weather is as changeable as a girl shopping for shoes here at the moment. The wind really picked up overnight; it was howling away in the small hours and I was worried at that point about the lifts being open. The exertions of the previous couple of days had meant I dozed off Sunday evening, and, when bedtime did come around I couldn’t get off to sleep. Unfortunately, when I had only just dropped off I awoke with a start from a bad dream, and had a very unsettled night thereafter.
So, after a bad night, and concerns over the possibility of wind closed lifts, it was a relief to see they were running as normal. Overcast again today, but relatively high and the light, whilst not great, wasn’t the worst I have skied in recently. I decided, given the visibility, to really work on my rhythm today, trying to keep things slow and fluid rather than stiffening up as I tend to do on less than bluebird days. The light, and the wind for that matter, tended to be better lower down, so for the bulk of the day I stayed in or below the resort where possible, working as much on technique as possible. This turned out to have been a good move, as it was when I ventured further afield that I realised I really had found the best of the available conditions.
Perhaps it was also that the wind was picking up as the day progressed, or that I had been unknowingly finding a bit of shelter earlier in the day, but, it was after taking the Cascades lift up that I really felt the wind blow. I took Dalles down, and already noticed a decline in visibility, but I wasn’t sure if that was down to the altitude or the snow-carrying wind, so I thought I’d drop down 2 Combes to see what the Moraine “valley” was like. It was tough making anything out at all on 2 Combes, which is essentially just a linking track, but I quickly realised that the wind was getting even stronger as I dropped down; this wasn’t just because I could feel it in my face, but also because of the drifts of snow, impossible to make out in the poor visibility, that were covering the piste. I was only skiing about 3 or 4 yards to the left of the piste markers, beyond which was a drop as, as I said, this is really just a path between pistes rather than a piste proper, and yet I was still running into deep drifts which had been blown down from the higher, non pisted slopes above. In the light, or lack thereof, it didn’t make for good skiing, and it was a genuine relief to get down.
The wind was even more ferocious as I dropped out from the slight protection the peak had provided, blowing straight down Moraine, so I decided it was time for home. The bottom bit of the run, once you pass the lift station of Moraine, is quite flat, so it is always best to skirt to the right of the restaurant there, unless of course, you are stopping for a coffee, where there is a more consistent downward gradient which avoids the possibility of poling. So, happy to have got this far unscathed, I stayed high and to the right hand side of the piste, maybe 5 yards inside the markers. Hindsight says 10 yards would have been better!
I’ve skied down this stretch a number of times, and even though I couldn’t see too much, I was confident that it held no surprises. Well, the wind and driftig snow had put paid to that. All of a sudden there was nothing beneath me. I was really going quite slowly at this point (maybe I might have “flown” a little better with a bit more speed, equally unlikely I would have fared any better though!); to my mind I was just cresting the small rise there (and was being slowed accordingly) that would then generate a bit of pace for the run out back to the resort. So, having gone off what turned out to be a 6 foot drop, my skies just dropped like stones, landed, it felt at any rate, straight down in the snow at the bottom of the slope, before catapulting me face first into, fortunately a huge pile of powder! A full on face plant, but a very soft landing and nothing more than my pride was hurt. Lucky boy.
Ttfn
johnnyboy
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johnnyboy, sounds like your skiing is improving no end.
On my first ever skiing holiday a friend of mine did much the same thing as you and felt that we were being very thoughtful shouting at him not to move... until he realised that the only concerns that we had were to get our cameras out quickly enough 
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johnnyboy, I know where you mean - to the right of the resto. Can you give us a demo at the EoSB please c 
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snowHeads are a friendly bunch.
snowHeads are a friendly bunch.
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And love to help out and answer questions and of course, read each other's snow reports.
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johnnyboy, we had a transfer morning just like that a couple of years ago - reasonable snow overnight, dead quiet because it was transfer day. Had a fantastic time, bit tiring because I haven't got the knack of skiing 30cm of powder and kept going faster and faster until I fell over 
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Ugly, very ugly; disbelief, dismay and ultimately heartbreak (I should have gone for despair I suppose, but heartbreak is closer!). Today’s entry is really not for the faint hearted.
But before I get onto the events of yesterday, Tuesday was glorious. For me it was near perfect conditions, with the piste freshened up by the Saturday’s snow but now generally perfectly bashed, the sky was blue, with the only clouds high and wispy, the only slight thing off a ten out of ten was that it was still very windy at times and in places; on one slope that is usually just a gentle run out everyone was having to pole downhill because the headwind was stopping them!
I know the ultimate skiing conditions for most skiers is piles of fresh powder, but I certainly don‘t claim to be there yet; let me whiz down a piste in good nick with good visibility, and I’m happy as Larry, whoever he may be! And flowa, I did Lac Blanc top to bottom in one hit on Tuesday, and it was fantastic; a few tight turns at the top to keep control, letting rip down the middle part, some more turns (I hate having to type the word as much as say it!) where the link from the Cascades lift joins and it gets both busier and steeper for a bit, before running back out into the resort. For me, absolutely fantastic (I‘m not saying my skiing was, but the enjoyment I got from the run certainly was!).
So, onto the events of yesterday. A very good mate of mine, Dan, is getting married in a few weeks time, and his stag trip is this weekend; whitewater rafting on the River Wye in January for goodness sake. I suspect I’ll be glad to get back to the Alps to warm up! Anyway, I booked some cheap flights, for both this weekend and the wedding, as soon as the dates were confirmed. There was a slight problem though, as, at that time, I had yet to get accommodation sorted, and my choice of resort was still not 100% certain; Serre Che, and less so, Alpe d’Huez were both in the running should I not get something sorted for VT. So, when I was looking at possible flights, I figured for the 3V there wasn’t too much to choose between Geneva and Grenoble, but for either Serre Che or ADH, Grenoble was definitely a far better option, so I booked flights for there. Only £75 for 4 flights, great value.
So, by Tuesday I had realised that good old Altibus, which serves VT from Moutiers and beyond, don’t actually go to Grenoble. As I know they had buses coming in from various places, with connections and stuff happening in Moutiers, I sort of assumed (good old assume, makes an ass out of u and me, oh how true!) that I could just get a bus down the hill and then another onto Grenoble. A revised plan of action was thus required, so I thought I’d check out the trains. Fantastic, only 18.80 euros each way from Moutiers to Grenoble, bargain! Now, bearing in mind my flight isn’t until 14.55, the train at 10.45 seemed great, getting me to Grenoble at 13.12, giving me nearly 1¾ hours to get to the airport, check in, and off I go. One slight problem, the airport is about 40km outside of Grenoble, reachable by a 40min bus ride, but the next bus after I arrived would be at 14.00, arriving at the airport at 14.45; for a 14.55 flight, that’s not gonna fly (quite literally!). A taxi would be in the region of 80-100 euros, no way jose!
So, earlier train I thought, but the train before leaves Moutiers at 07.35; could I possibly get down the hill in time for that. Quick answer, no! Altibus don’t run that early. A taxi? Again, quoted 80 odd euros. A brainwave, what about a different coach company. Result, Agbus run from Moutiers direct to Grenoble. Problem, only one bus on Thursdays, leaves at 08.45, again too early for Altibus to get me to Moutiers. I even tried looking at coaches from Chambery to Grenoble airport, as that is more direct than going via Grenoble itself, but no, it seemed it wasn’t possible. So hence my disbelief, that for a 14.55 flight from an airport only about 2 hours drive away, there was no way, using public transport, to get there in time; it would involve an 80 euro plus taxi ride at one end or the other.
I eventually decided my best option was to drop down to Moutiers last night, kip in a cheap hotel, and get the early train, so, having popped up to the tourist office I found a suitable room close to the station. Sorted. Even turned out to have “English” sized pillows, not those damn square French efforts! I got the late bus from VT down, rolled into the hotel at 8.30pm, now all I needed was to find a pub showing the Man City-West Ham game; plenty in the resort were. In my best pigeon French I asked the hotel guy if he could recommend anywhere, and I got the feeling the answer wasn’t going to be good. I was sensing that there wasn’t a particularly big English contingent in Moutiers (I don’t think my estimate of 1 last night wouldn’t be too far off the mark), and, sure enough, he didn’t think there would be. You can imagine my dismay!
I went for a stroll around the town anyway, and, to be honest, it was difficult to find anywhere at all open. Most of the restaurants seemed to be shut, and I only came across 2 bars of any description that appeared open; one was absolutely heaving (guessing all of Moutiers was in there), and so I settled on a pint in the other, much quieter one just round the corner from the hotel, and had to make do with text messages from my Christmas visitor Martyn for score updates. And hence the heartbreak, after the Hammers spurned many good chances, City scored a late winner, and out of the cup we went.
Well, with an intro like this entry had, it had to be about something important!
Anyway, actually writing this on the train from Moutiers to Chambery, where I change for Grenoble; laptops really are quite handy things at times. Only downside is there is no power supply on this train; last time I was on an intercity in England, there was even somewhere to plug your laptop into. Battery is on the way out; I was going to use it to watch a film or something as I’ll have so much time to kill in Grenoble or the airport, but I was a little worried about dozing off and missing my stop, so I thought I’d use the time constructively. Couldn’t think of anything, so I wrote this instead!
Ttfn
Johnny boy
Ps written on Thursday, posted Friday, so yesterday = Wednesday, capisce?
Pps Frosty the Snowman Not deliberately, but ski with me and you never know.
Ppps snojito, Nay, nay and thrice nay; you'll never turn me to the darkside, I'm a jedi, like my father before me (look how well that turned out!). D'oh.
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johnnyboy,
just booked 4 days in val thorens in april
any recommendations for good bars etc greatly appreciated
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Poster: A snowHead
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johnnyboy, you had me flicking straight to the bottom of the post to see what could have caused such heartbreak - missed it the first time round
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First time since returning I've been on here - 1 week away from work and 2 weeks of accumulated work!
johnnyboy, Was great to meet up - the band were good, the beer was cold and the company excellent.
I was thinking about you Sat 4am as we got on our bus to see inches of snow on the roads, depressing after the slope closure on our last day Friday (11th). Glad to hear you made the most of it and tasted (sic) the off-piste action. Also try campagnol off Mount Vallon towards Meribel as a great run with plenty of open off-piste next to the piste.
For a better vis area try around the Boismint lift, we were going to head home on Wed via Cairn, where it looked clearer up Boismint. Rode it to the top where to our relief it was clear vis and also quite quiet and better yet some untracked off-piste. Watch out for the dog at the restaurant on the blanchot run though, he likes to chase fast skiers 
BTW: For the wedding travel you may want to hit a few of the Ski reps to see if you can get a lift to Grenoble, drop me a PM for a contact.
snojito, I'm sure we can turn him to the dark side by the EoSB. The force was not so strong!
Anyone missing a days skiing / riding due to wind can get a letter from the VT lift office confirming closure of the lifts for a refund/compensation from your travel insurance.
nick0861, Any bar in "Bar Street" will work, Frog, Viking, ..., Gringos restaurant is good for Tex-Mex but check hours of service (apres), no cooked nachos before 6:30 If you're up in Balcon area of VT, Red Fox pub is always lively and can be skied to, for a quiet drink with the BEST vin chaud, chocolat vert (hot choc + green Chatreuse - oof) or excellent evening meal try traditional French restaurant La Ferme de Rosalie, up the road opposite the Spar.
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Well, the person's real but it's just a made up name, see?
Well, the person's real but it's just a made up name, see?
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JonO_1001,
cheers
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You need to Login to know who's really who.
You need to Login to know who's really who.
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johnnyboy, You must be having a good week!! We need more....
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Anyway, snowHeads is much more fun if you do.
Anyway, snowHeads is much more fun if you do.
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IMT, yes I keep looking in "Trips" awaiting the next installment.
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You'll need to Register first of course.
You'll need to Register first of course.
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And me! Everytime a posts added i sit down with my brew prepared, ready for the next instalement!
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i was beginning to wonder if he has retired!
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Maybe he has finally asked his lady friend out for a drink but I'm not holding my breath...
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You'll get to see more forums and be part of the best ski club on the net.
You'll get to see more forums and be part of the best ski club on the net.
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probably still has a post stag do hangover!!!!!!!!!!!!
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sorry, false alarm, no report here
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