Suitably flustered by the forwardness of the local shop assistants the boys considered their only option was to drink through and set off on a mini-bar crawl (technically a crawl of all the bearable bars in Val Thorens but mini none the less).
Kicking off with The Viking bar (populated by Croation drug dealers) was an interesting option and clearly the company of Croation drug dealers is welcome as they polished off 3 pints in there (although the well proportioned bar maid might have had something to do with it).
Next stop was the Frog and Roast Beef (again) where they bumped into the chocolate teapot that is their rep. The tedious little man bored them through one pint before they managed to make vaguely acceptable excuses and headed to the Yeti Grotto.
For reasons unclear this was populated by English university students dressed up as dalmatians. Some of the braver girls (or more desperate) had opted to daub their bodies with white paint and black spots. Surrounded by such dogs the boys were, of course, in their element.
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