Portillo, it's been emotional...

Santiago it is, then. After much to-ing and fro-ing, we've eventually found an Internet cafe near our appartment. So, what's been going on, then. Well...

Wednesday morning (I just checked the PC calendar to work out what day it was!), we woke late, after a night of 500. I've now recruited another to the cause - Mike's from New York, and I've written the scoring system down for him so he can take the game back to the US and spread the word. In fact, he got the hang of it quite quickly, although there were still a few issues:
'Oh, so if I bid 'eight' I have to actually get eight tricks?'
'Um, yes.'
'Oh. Ohhhh.'
'Uh-huh.'
Never mind. Oh yes, another classic from Sylv, who had been chain-smoking all evening...
'God, it's real smokey in here...'
'Yuh-huh!'
We found out, too, that Pete had had a pretty special day - performing a full back-flip off a kicker, then scoring with a portuerican (spelling?) girl in the hot tup. What a guy.

Anyway, we woke late and hit the slopes. Visibility wasn't bad, but the snow was pretty lumpy, necessitating fully bent legs all the time, which was pretty exhausting. I've also found that I keep running into people on the slopes that I've met in the hotel, and visa-versa. The problem is that I never recognise them, since they're always in hats/helmets/goggles/etc. I met a couple of guys yesterday. Some of you will be amused to note that one of them asked me if I'm 'The blond guy that sits with Sylv and the two English guys' at dinner'. Blond? Goddammit.

Since we still had some Tio Bob vouchers left (Tio Bob's is the bbq restaurant at the top of Gargantua. It's owned by the hotel - of course - but guests can take one free meal up there per week.), we had lunch there with Jeff, Danielle, Amanda and Jason, some folk from Carolina we met. I still have my god-given eating talent, and destroyed a plate of sausage, chicken, salmon, salad and potato, before helping Sylv out with the rest of hers. She told me she'd never seen anything quite like that before...

So, out of there, and down the slopes. The cloud had descended and visibility was non-existant. I closed my eyes and 'used the force'. After that, we did another run, but it really wasn't worth staying out, so we headed in to pack...

Gotta go catch a plane. More later...