Firstly, apologies for some of the pictures – I’ve not had time to touch them up, and I haven’t got the world’s greatest camera, so what you see is what you get.
What a quality weekend. I hooked up with the Roos at Luton airport at some ungodly hour on Friday morning (and due to my over-sleeping I actually only made it with about 5 minutes to spare) and (after a few delays) we headed out to Geneva. Bad_Roo collected what is possible the world’s smallest rental car (a Nissan Micra) and somehow we stuffed 3 of us and all our gear into a woefully underpowered machine.
Still, that didn’t stop Roo from acting as the consummate professional and testing it to its limits all the way. I’m not sure that kind of driving is quite what the Nissan engineers had in mind, and how he managed to spin the wheels of a 1.2L car with 3 people in it leaving a French toll booth is beyond me! Still, we were in no great hurry, so took the scenic route and stopped in Chamonix for lunch before heading on to Zermatt.
View over Martigny en route:
Despite Roo’s anticswe made it in one piece and it’s probably for the best that Zermatt is car free, so we left the car in the village of Tasch and headed up by train. The meeting point was arranged as The Pipe, so I headed down there a little early for a beer, and within about 5 minutes, I heard a guy outside asking the waitress to ask me if I had change for nickel. She looked rather puzzled, but fortunately I heard, and introduced myself to TeleAl. The Roos joined us shortly afterwards, followed by Geo039. 5 maggots and beer. It was on. Anyone in Zermatt, I highly recommend the Pipe for food – curried Springbok anyone?
L to R: TeleAl, Mrs Roo, Bad Roo, Majortom, Geo039
The Roos were both knackered from their early start, so the remaining 3 of us headed on to the Papperla Pub to get stuck into a few more beers. I’ll spare you the details to protect the (not so) innocent; suffice to say, entertaining…
We’d agreed a “leisurely” start the next morning, which I definitely needed, but the zoo that passed for a lift line, and the need to collect skis to test meant we didn’t hit the slopes till half 10. TeleAl had decided not to ski, and after finding he couldn’t take his bike up the mountain elected to head home. It was actually a lot better than any of us expected, with the snow in reasonable condition and not overly busy slopes. The fact that only 3 T-bars were open though did mean some fairly irritating lines, and the Europeans aren’t exactly the friendliest or politest when in comes to queuing.
Still, it was good to be back on snow, but after a few laps we figured it was time to head down for lunch. There in lay a problem. Due to the warm weather and high freezing levels, there was a mandatory bootpack out at the bottom, the “march of death”…
That said, not a bad view whilst having lunch…
The Matterhorn:
The Breithorn:
Afternoon saws us running a few more laps, and after some consideration, we reckoned this line would be a goer. Watching someone else ski it confirmed it, but the march of death required to get back to the top meant we left it for Sunday morning. Sadly, thick cloud on Sunday morning meant we couldn’t do it, as it was far too risky in zero viz. Next time I guess.
Saturday night was a little more relaxed than Friday night, although Geo appears to have a remarkable ability to attract crazies. Like the guy from Alaska who is working in Sudan. I’m not sure any of us really wanted to know what a .50 cal round does to a person. Or how many dogs the Nigerian soldiers can eat. And then there was the drunk Swiss kid who insisted on hugging him, while his not quite as drunk friend informed us they were just friends and not gay, and that they had been told they were too drunk to check in to their hotel. Moral of that story, check in first, drink later.
The weather on Sunday was not as good as Saturday, and for some reason Roo decided to give a pair of 65mm waisted carving skis a go. Rumours that he can now be found lurking on epicski have yet to be confirmed
The weather and the fact only one lift was open and that we all had to travel home meant we kept Sunday short. Still, it was nice to see some fall colours in the valley on the way back down.
For some reason, I totally failed to get pictures of anyone skiing, but I know the others did, so hopefully they’ll post them up.
The snow wasn’t the greatest, but it was good to be back on skis, and that combined with maggots and beer made for one of the most entertaining weekends in a long time. Massive thanks to the Roos, Al and Geo for it.
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