Together with forty other members of Saurus we left Maastricht Saturday night for, on what was my first bus holiday ever, France. Fourteen hours and not much sleep later, try to sleep when three guys in the seats behind you are playing drinking games, we arrived in St. Sorlin-d’Arves. It wasn’t a very welcoming sight for the snowboard enthusiast, brown and green mountains and rain. To make matters worse the night without sleep, combined with the nights with lack of sleep in the days before, was enough to make me as sick as a dog. No snowboarding on day one and because we couldn’t get into our apartments yet, no sleep either. Lots of tea and everything I could get at the pharmacy though and it appeared to be working, because where I prepared myself for spending the larger part of the week in bed I was up and snowboarding on the third day.
Probably I was even the lucky one of the twelve in our apartment because after a first day of rain and a second one on moderate ski slopes, it started snowing the second day and continued throughout the second night. Which meant lovely fresh snow on the beautiful slopes the third day, it was as good as it gets that Tuesday.
The rest of the week was just a lot of fun with a lot snowboarding miles every day, drinks in the apartment and parties in the Yeti-bar every night. The nights were the times Joris seemed to enjoy most of all, finally released of his duty to supervise our own bar, he used most of the tricks he learned in the past year to be as annoying as possible to the bar personnel. Closing of the water in the toilets, starting a snowball fight and see how many times he could get behind the bar without being thrown out were his favorite activities during the nights in the Yeti. Luckily he recovered fast from this change of personality, don’t try to get behind the bar in the Saurus pub.
The bus journey back to Maastricht started a bit too enthusiastically for most peoples likings, it appeared our bus driver was a rally driver in the weekends and he thought it was absolutely necessary to overtake cars on the winding mountain roads. The rest of the journey back to Maastricht was noticeably quieter than the journey a week earlier. It was nice to be in a different setting for a week and to get ready for 2011