Yup, the grinning Swede is back in his homeland doing skiing exams which will sadly probably not involve knowing every wine list between here and Aosta inside out. But if they’ve added it to the written exam he’s laughing…
Anyway, to let us know what we’re missing he’s sent a picture of the crazy Apres ski up in Orsa. Looks wild. (OK he says it’s just the soundcheck but I’ve seen Roxette before and I don’t believe it doesn’t get any livelier than this).
And apparently it’s finally stopped raining and he’s enjoying the fierce Swedish sunshine with a beer. Good luck mate, I don’t know what’s tougher – the exams, the rain, the meagre 140m of vertical or sitting through Apres Ski Orsa style…
In contrast to the rather traumatic last post (Russian Avalanche blasting) here’s something rather more therapeutic to calm you down – the view from outside the Smallest Apartment in Western Europe™ this morning…
Thanks to Bobby in Le Grave for bringing this terrifying / amazing bit of youtube to our attention. Unbelievable how quick it goes when it gets airborne…
…this happens. Snow everywhere this morning and really chucking it down in resort…
Yup, after spending two season banging on about how good he was, and after I spent the same amount of time saying I was going Telemarking but never actually getting up there, Toby and I headed up for a wobble about.
I’m actually gutted to say Mallock ia actually rather talented, but I feel I put up a good attempt considering I’ve only telemarked twice, for about an hour or so each time, eight years ago…
Anyway, it looked like this (and yes the video is exceptionally fuzzy, but take it up with Sony Ericsson…).
Meanwhile it was absolutely boiling up there – possibly not the best conditions for me to hurl myself into the slush on skis that frankly look more than a little bit faulty by alpine skiing standards.
But despite the slush, sweat and sunburn I have to admit why all those slightly hippy telemark obsessed Scandinavians bang on about it so much and forsake a decent heel binding…
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