Zombies, yetis and wolves

Day four and it's snowing again.

Just a light dusting in the morning so we trooped down to breakfast and entered into a philosophical discussion over whether England can win the World Cup and whether Andy Carroll should travel. (Snicker). I then stormed into the boot room to ensure my skis were there, yes they were, so we crossed the ever widening terrace and put them on. YOUR FOOT IS TWISTED yelled Ian, so I removed it and tried again. We skiied down into town for the first time expecting that the conditions would be perfect, and they were. Later in the day everyone is doing this run and it gets littered with bodies and really cut up, it's carnage. We caught the cable car back up and tried another new run, a blue that crossed a wide red. It was ok till we popped out halfway up the red where I froze. I panic if I see a red pole, it's all psychological. Ian and Vicky told me they would go down and across to show me where I would be going. While Chris waited holding my hand. The clever so and so's took in a slalom on the way down, then it was my turn. As usual it wasn't as bad as I expected and I got down easily. We came up another lift then down to the belvedere. It was on this lift that we saw the zombie. A person on the nursery slope skiing really slowly with his head and hands hanging down. Vicky nearly expired from laughing. We skiied over to the same valley as yesterday and went up the lift by the side of the black run known as the yeti. From your vantage point safely in the ski lift you can watch the skiers trying to descend. At the top is a sign in about ten languages saying 'GOOD SKIERS ONLY' I can only assume that the two we were watching could not read. Every time they stood up they fell over again. Skis were sliding, poles flying, legs shooting all over the place. I know it's not very kind but we were all crying with laughter. We skiied down a beautiful easy blue then decided to go up the yeti lift again ( I admit in the hopes of seeing dumb and dumber again) and down to another town. By now the snow was coming down thick and fast, coating the front of our goggles. Vicky entertained us by telling us the plot of a bad film she had seen, called frozen. I am sorry for those of you who are waiting to see this masterpiece but it seems the plot involves some young people stuck on a ski lift over the weekend. They ended up jumping out, breaking their legs and getting eaten by wolves. We then debated what we would do in similar circumstances. Some would jump (Chris and Ian) and some would just stay put. No brainer in my opinion. We skiied down through a heavy blizzard, great for me as I prefer to not be able to see the edges, and found a giant button lift at the bottom. Button lifts are everyone's least favourite for many reasons. You have to hang on for ages, there is possibility of falling off and laying helpless in the snow miles from anywhere, and at the top if you don't release at the correct time you can go sliding back down again. Thankfully none if these things happened and we all arrived safely. Up the yeti again and into a cafe at the top. The snow was now really thick, with great big flakes. We had lunch and decided that by the time we got back to our valley and the hotel we should call it a day. 

We set off again ( YOUR FOOT IS TWISTED) and skiied back down to the terminator, the slopes littered with fallers along the way. ITS COMING FAST ITS COMING FAST yelled the terminator attendant, but Ian got his foot stuck underneath, slowed it right down, and caused the rest of us to almost sit down onto thin air. We managed to arrive back at the hotel, but not before I had managed to get caught up in a small child slalom on the nursery slope. 

Ian and I decided to go down on the cable car to morzine and get a little something for Kathy. We found a nice gift and decided to get a vin chaud in a nice looking bar. They also bought us a plate of little puddingy things. Much appreciated. 

We wandered through the pretty streets with the snow coming down in big flakes,  it was magical. You can't beat it.

Back up the cable car, past the ambulances taking the unfortunates to hospital, to our room where we watched the fun on the red run below our window. 

Tea was a lovely stew with loads of amazing puddings. Bad news afterwards though as bar bar was closed for 'technical reasons' and the viking race was cancelled. No idea what the viking race was going to be but disappointed anyway. We retired to the other bar (yes we have two!) for a game of all hearts. Chris won but only because I couldn't see right and mixed my clubs and spades. Ian came last.  I left Ian and Vicky to a game of pool and retired to bed, still thinking about how to get down from a chairlift without breaking my legs, and how best to avoid a pack of wolves.