Sometimes things happen for a reason. This morning we loaded up and headed for the gondola, with the snow pumping down. I got delayed slightly, and while rushing to the lift (no cues) I headed up the hill. At the entrance to the resort a lone figure grabbed my shoulder and said, “look out mate, you look like a trouble maker.” It was an old firey mate of mine who I hadn’t seen for many years.
A great day on the snow, poor visibility, but stacks of powder to be had. Now, phase 2 begins again- cards, beer, spirits, and after that, phase 3 – tuning the skis and boards with a drink or 2. The next daily stage being dinner and the nightlife. Peter ‘Horto’ Horton, a dedicated surfer, Buddhist, and champion bloke, has been boarding Niseko long before the Aussies invasion. We only live 100km’s from each other, yet we bump into each other in a different country.
Meeting up with Horto tonight, lots of stories to be told between my mates and I, all of which will be appropriately embellished..