Now that the English half-term is over, suddenly life is a lot more relaxed. The slopes are still busy but the queues are nothing like as bad. The temperature has been yo-yoing all week – one minute you’re skiing through fresh snow, the next it’s more like caster sugar and by the time you get to the bottom of the Medran, you are almost surfing through the top of a coffee cake. The rise is temperature on Thursday last week meant that the slopes became pretty melty in places and as soon as the temp dropped again, froze over forming hard-packed ice. There are also some patches of mud and even a few blades of grass poking through, especially on the final run home –the top of Carrefour is getting particularly carved away as everyone takes the same route home. I bumped into Roddy, one of welove2ski's Verbier snow bloggers yesterday though, who assured me that there is still powder to be found - Vallon D’Arbi is apparently particularly lovely at the moment.
Despite the meltiness though, I still managed a great ski today with my new ski-buddies. As everyone was a little hung-over, we took it fairly easily. Somehow I ended up skiing switch most of the way down to Ruinette, slightly unintentionally... hmm, still not quite sure how that happened…One piece of good news though - staff accommodation finally got a once over this morning. The person with the lowest tolerance to squalor (which wasn’t me for a change!) finally snapped and after a whirlwind of chucking out dead cake and stale bread, retrieving mugs from underneath the sofa (I wish I was kidding!) and transferring the piles of manky crockery from the sink to the dishwasher, a semblance of civilisation has been restored. I give it until Wednesday before it needs doing again…
Right, I’m off to the Croc Bar with the others to chill with a mojito and some über-kitsch, smoky euro-lounge tunes...
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