Skiing in Satsuma - Part 2

Sambuca on the first night is unlikely to be a good idea and so it transpired for Gay George (Not Actually Gay) who found himself in a shambolic state not helped by his complete failure to remove any clothes before passing out on his bed.



A quick drive up into the mountains and soon their spirits were improved with some first class conditions.




That said due to their rather sensitive dispositions little actual skiing was endeavoured before they retreated to their hotel in La Tzoumaz (the real name for Satsuma). The hotel is best described as a "local hotel for local people" and duly populated with some right weirdos and for reasons of self-preservation a quick pact was reached that no-one would be left alone and indeed investigations were quickly begun as to how best to barricade the doors.

With Ket, the vicar and a couple of girls joining them for supper they felt safe letting their hair down and having recovered their equilibrium from the sambuca set about the local booze although the local rose seemed, to the unsophisticated palates of our kid and Ket, to be white. The round of calvados at the end of the evening was strictly speaking unnecessary.