Day 4 - Meribel

Last night we were all tucked up at 10pm. It is true that what goes on tour should stay on tour, but until now I don't think there would have been much to talk about anyway. Yesterday was a tiring day for sure. We're not getting any younger.

Today we were off again at 10 am. Another good day's skiing. 'You know, it's funny how it used to be only old men knew where all the toilets are' observes Steve,'Well we are pretty good at knowing where they are now', as we stop for an early morning wee.
The toilets generally leave a lot to be desired all over the resort, which is surprising as I thought this was one of the more prestigious ones in France.

Tonight we're determined to put up a better show, in the apres ski department. We're heading for the Frog and Steak or something. Dave has heard it was rocking last night so that's what is going to happen.

We're carved the arse off the mountain, I think the expression is, and now I am cream crackered again. Still, no rest. A quick coffee in the bar and I'm going to have to get ready.

We have skied a lot today actually, then a late lunch before realising it's nearly 4.00 and half of the mountain is emptying onto the last lift. A crowded mixture of the speedy impatient types and the nervous cautious ones, all make the final descent. An hair raising event. Still focus on technique, remember what you've been taught and finally, and safely, into the boot room. Actually, at our hotel there isn't a boot room, just a ski room. We have to take the boots up to our room. A welcome toilet break and here I am in the bar wondering if I can get away with not going out tonight. No chance. See you later. Wish me luck.