Avaragado's blog

Back at the apartment, Melanie tells us that Andy’s having his
lesson right now. He was told when he booked it that he wouldn’t be
going to Les Esserts, as it was too icy. Given the shortage of
beginners’ slopes and all the closed runs, we have no idea where he’s
been taken.

After a shower I discover that I can touch my toes. First time since
last Summer! I guess this exercise is doing me good.

Lunch is spag tom again, with beer. Melanie didn’t fancy coming up
to join us. We spot Graham, one of Mikey’s mates who’s also here this
week with some friends.

After lunch Chris and I say we’ve had enough, and take the cable
car back to Verbier. We could ski down a blue run but it’s apparently
very tedious, according to Chef. My back’s telling me to take it easy
anyway.

“They’re all blues today,” says Barrie, meaning that the reds will
be as easy as blues due to the snowfall. He and the others promptly
lead Chris and I down our first red of the holiday. We have no idea
where they’re taking us, we just trust them…

It’s going pretty well. I face-plant in some powder near the end of
the red, which wakes me up. Then it’s up the Les Ruinettes chair lift,
a short red back down to the top of the cable car station, and a narrow
blue bit to the Fontanays chair lift, which takes us to the La Chaux
area at 2260m.

There’s a nice blue here down to the La Chaux 1 chair. At one point
I get ahead of the others so I can film them all descending the
steepest section. Chris sneakily joins me before I can get the camera
out. The others wait until I give the signal, and come down together,
just following another group. It looks great.

Barrie brings up the rear, taking a side route to avoid the crowd. But
he runs out of room and can’t stop, ploughing off the piste into
powder, popping out of his skis and coming to a halt head first with
his legs in the air. “Bye Barrie!” I say. “Best wipeout of the
holiday so far!” says Mikey. The rest of our group take photos of him,
while a few people from the other group, er, go and help him. Action
footage of this will soon be available.

At the bottom of that run we join the queue for the La Chaux chair.
A helicopter buzzes over peaks nearby, dropping charges into the
dangerous areas to set off avalanches. It’s level 3 risk (out of 5)
today, but on-piste skiing is fine.

Barrie, Chef and Mikey decide to take a harder route back down to
the La Chaux chair again – through the “freestyle area”, AKA steepness
and powder. Chris and I take the nice blue again.

At the steep section I decide to roll camera while skiing down.
“Are you sure?” asks Chris. “Well, the camera’s three years old now,”
I reply. Even so I make sure I don’t fall over. At least this time I
get to film Chris’s run down the hill. Just after he joins me I manage
to fall over while not moving. On film, bah.

It’s a glorious day, pistes busy. Chris and I are both enjoying it,
and so’s Barrie, as we make everyone stop regularly so we can take
photos and it lets Barrie rest his dodgy knee.

After some more of this Chris and I declare that it’s about
lunchtime, and we head to the cafe at the top of the Médran
cable car.

Chris, Chef and I take the number 2 bus to the Médran cable
car to meet up with Barrie and Mikey. Melanie might meet us for lunch
later; Andy’s gone off to book some private tuition.

We take the cable car to the area known as Les Ruinettes, 700m further
up the hill.

I wake and peek out of the window. It’s not raining or snowing!
I nip into the living room, where we can see down the valley. It’s a
bit overcast, but looks good. Chris, Melanie and Andy join me. It
brightens up! The weather forecast says there might be some snow in
the afternoon, with more snow overnight, becoming unsettled again
by the weekend.

Today could be our best day!

Chef appears. “You do know we’re not meeting until 9:30, don’t you?”
he says, and goes back to bed.

Barrie and Mikey will join us as long as it’s “posh” (not pizza or
pasta) as they can eat dinner for “nothing” at their hotel. (Mikey’s
dinners there seem to consist of the standard dinner, minus meat, plus
egg.)

We decide to try Le Caveau, which looks expensive but fits Barrie’s
requirements, and has fondue on the menu. And you can’t have an alpine
skiing holiday without fondue, can you?

I order vegetable soup and a fondue a la tomate, with potatoes. An
odd but surprisingly tasty combination. Think boiled potatoes with a
melted cheese/tomato sauce and a hefty price tag. It’s excellent,
anyway. Lots of bread, decent wine.

Barrie out-Chefs Chef in the loud drunk stakes. There’s a long
discussion about democracy, the EU, Bush, etc; I hear Chris betting
when religion would be mentioned, but he’s out by approximately ten
minutes.

The bill comes to about £45 a head. I don’t think we’ll be visiting
again this holiday…

Mikey, Barrie, Chef and Andy return to Big Ben for more pool; Chris,
Melanie and I head back to the apartment.

Abandoning the Wonderbar we walk up the hill to the Big Ben bar.
Barrie’s now sporting his expensive just-bought jacket. We play table
football until a pool table becomes free.

I team up with Mikey, and we defeat all-comers until the very last
of about half a dozen games, when Barrie (plus Andy) defeats us on the
final black. Bah. Time for dinner.

Barrie and Mikey arrive for a beer (Chris found a local brew that
works out at 35p a bottle). Barrie shows off his new power adapter; he
seems a little too proud of it, we think he may have a fetish
for them. After an hour or so we decide to visit the Wonderbar to play
pool (it’s just spitting outside now). The pool tables are full, so we
drink more beer instead.

It’s still raining. Chef returns and tells us that it’s snowing up
the hills but it’s rotten to ski in: sticky, wet snow. I think we made
the right decision.

I’m now reading Babel-17 by Samuel R Delaney.

Out of the window, it’s miserable. Pouring with rain, rivers
flowing down the road. Mountains lost in cloud. Chef’s up and
about though, and he leaves for the slopes half-expecting to be back
without skiing much.

Chris appears, takes one look and says “No”. I agree, and he goes
back to bed. I put on the Televerbier channel, which shows few runs
open, but it’s still early. The man on the radio recommends his
listeners to get another hour under the duvet. I do, and finish Spike’s
diaries.

Andy feels miserable. I don’t think us slackers will be skiing at
all today.