New Year’s Eve
Last year I started a tradition of doing something memorable on the last day of the year. It was ice diving last year, and this year I had an idea to do a ski tour, but with the no blimmin’ snow situation it didn’t look like like a plan. Luckily 2 mates from uni, Phil & Mitch turned up for New Years unexpectedly & crazy Austrian I’ve met before, Reiner was staying with my mate Andy. We went to Verbier for the day. It was sunny, and it went off man. Plenty of snow, plenty of fun. Beers at midday, more skiing – some sketchy off piste and some battering it on the piste. Later that evening Reiner told us that we were good skiers for Englishmen and that he’d enjoyed skiing with us. From an Austrian that’s praise indeed.
And for me, my tradition of doing something memorable on the last day of every year is two years old and that pleases me.
We were back in Chamonix for 7pm, and had a small party in the office from 10pm to avoid the crowded bars. Ryan and Sarah were in town for the night and lots of friends dropped in for some fizz. Sweet as.
At midnight, the town square went mental as usual – fireworks in the middle of a crowd in true French style – you cant beat it.
Then back to the bosom of the ‘ooch, where Fred and Katy were throwing the biggest party ever in the Delice, making the most of their new bar license. The place was proper heaving with ski-bunnies and chalet girls and the Les Houches royalty got on the Veuve Cliquot and partied till 6am. Here’s what it looked like:
Best New Year’s ever, that. The end of a wonderful year where I’ve met loads of amazing people, moved to Chamonix, learned to fly and generally had a bloody good time.
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