Will the Snow stories ever end? Its unlikely.

Seeing as i had quite an eventful week last week i thought i might give a list of some other highlights of my trip to the snow:

1. Ben's ski jacket - Benny was well proud of his brand spanker of a jacket. And as well he might, it looked the goods, and he looked the goods in it. Unfortunately for our boy Ben his jacket looked a lot like all of the Hotham ski instructors on the mountain. Therefore he copped plenty of ribbing from us. It was made even worse for poor Benny when he stood up and proceeded to start his run and fell over, whilst travelling all of about 10m and a guy standing next to us asked with a guffaw if he was an instructor. good times.

That's Benny on the right.

And here's a Hotham ski instructor:



2. My Ladies Boots - Firstly, a bit of back reference to this story. As some of you who may read this blog may be aware, when i was in Norway last year (or as Matty would say: "Back in Bolivia...") i bought a ski jacket from a local ski shop. Not being totally au fait with the Norwegian language (my first real attempt at saying,"do you speak English?" in Norwegian - which should have come out as "snucker-do engelsk", came out as "sunny-do engelsk") i accidentally bought a ladies jacket.

So I'm in the ski hire shop, and try on my boots. Three of our group before me had all told the girl that the size she chose for them was too small. Then she comes to me and i have the same problem. She goes and gets me the next size up. Proceed to 3 or 4 days later, and Shell is trying to work out which boots are hers from our massive pile. When we have it all worked out as to who's are who's, Ben looks at the tag of mine, and what does it say - Ladies, size-9.


These aren't the boots in question, but if you were an actual girl you'd be superstylin' in this pair of kickers.

3. Breakfast of Champions - The local store at Hotham Central had an awesome deal - for $10.50 you got a bacon egg and cheese roll with a hashie (which tasted awesome if you got the guy to slot it into your roll) and a can of Red Bull. I slapped on about a half litre of sauce (to the roll that is) and was ready to take on the mountain on day one after about 10mins sleep on the bus the night before. Also worked perfectly for the final day after a big night out and 7 previous days of boarding.

4. People stacking it - you just never get sick of seeing people go arse up. Another highlight similar to this is the out of control youngster who is flying down the mountain screaming - that's a bit sadistic I know, but funny as hell.

5. People that can board good - Man people that are good at boarding look so super cool. That's pretty much all i am aiming for as a boarder. I've got no major interest in mastering awesome tricks and jumps. Really just looking to be able to carve down the mountain looking as cool as i possibly can. You may say - that's a little egotistical, I may say - Yup it sure is.

There were many more highlights, and i reserve the right to bore you with more down the track, but that's all I've got for now.