Friday 21 September 2012

T minus five...

Packing, it's got to be one of the most tedious tasks. Especially when you have to cross reference to a huge inventory list all the time. Urgh. In five days we'll be on a ferry, Barcelona bound. We'll spend a night there, do some sightseeing the next morning and then take a long drive up to Val d'Isere. From there we go our separate ways and that's that, summer season is officially over.

The past few weeks have been tremendous fun, we finally had a week with no guests on the island so we got to do things that we'd wanted to do all season but couldn't. Had a day trip to Palma, a wild party time in Magaluf (happened to coincide with a big group of lads that Furby knows from the UK, bonus), we took some long drives out to faraway places and beaches.

The most spectacular of these drives was to a place called Sa Calobra, which you get to by following a twisting road that plunges 800m in 12km, with a 270 degree turning where the road loops under itself. It's a pretty hair raising drive but stunning, such amazing views. If you ever go there, when you're driving back up think about doing it on a bike, mental I know, but just contemplate it. I know someone who did it in 33mins this summer, Alberto Contador did it in 19! WTF!

Palma was lovely, we walked about the narrow streets, did a bit of shopping, had some lunch and just enjoyed the city ambiance. Magaluf was as you'd expect, basically a scene from Sun, Sea and A&E or one of those God awful programmes where a bunch of British kids go on holiday and don't know their parents a re spying on them. The booze is ridiculously cheap. We had a good time, don't get me wrong, but I couldn't go there for a holiday or be there more than 24 hours. We enjoyed it cos we were with a big group and to be fair, we could've been anywhere and had a good time. Didn't so much enjoy the fallen over drunk people lying in the street; the bloke who'd clearly been beaten up and had blood pissing out his head; or the aggro surrounding the half naked lap dancers, their beefy security and the drunk punters. Once a season, a cheeky visit to Magaluf is doable.

Lots of leaving/end of season parties happening this weekend so we should have a lot of fun...if only we can just get this packing done! Less blogging and more boxing stuff up, the boxes will not pack themselves.

Tuesday 11 September 2012

Thinking of mountains, snow and Jake Blauvelt


This is amazing. Winter season, I can hardly wait for you. Back in the mountains. Back in Morzine. Back to early mornings, cooking, baking, cleaning, smiling, changing, meeting, riding, riding, riding, drinking, changing, cooking, hosting, changing, meeting, partying, sleeping. Lather, rinse, repeat every day for five months. Oh yeah, did I mention riding?

Jake Blauvelt's 'Naturally' Teaser a Snowboarding video by onboard

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