a time when all the world only dreams of sun and holidays in hot countries, I owned that I am, I took the road of the Alps, and praying for a maximum of snow at that!
So I left, accompanied by four victims, Avoriaz ... Sunday! Rather accustomed to early morning departures or Saturday night to avoid in vain, the congestion in the mid-day in Rhone-Alps, I admit I was a little disoriented by the calm and tranquility of the route. For when you travel on a Sunday, time is not lost tolls, for example, can go to do tricks roundabouts additional Macon, give bread to the ducks on the area of Bresse or observe the kites along the route. And it is rather based ...
arrived at the destination (without throwing up in the laces), we park the car at the entrance to the city and take a sled to our home - well, I will take the sleigh luggage, others had to walk ... Obviously, purporting that the place can seem quite quaint and not devoid of charm. There is none. Avoriaz is anything but a beautiful resort! Even the pristine white snow, which has the advantage of being the most hideous turn you into a panorama of landscapes uncluttered, fails to improve this architecture if ... special. In short, a mess:
- Our shower, or travel time and space in the 1970s -
What does not hurt, however, it is tracks. And here I acknowledge Avoriaz is the surfer's paradise, with its snow park and boarder cross - finally, the snowboarder can jump ... and fall back on his board, otherwise it becomes a paradise for farmers arnica. For tourists without pretension that leave bumps and the more adventurous, there is a ski area about right that opens the doors of the Sun and you can greatly improve your technique "schuss" if you do not want to have all off your shoes few hundred yards (note: Seriously, guys, need to review the colors of your tracks!)
- White Teeth -
So, to spice a little this holiday, we will start a few challenges: picnic loudly loan truckers sleeping on a rest area, Nico dredge-de-la-receipt when returning from a day on the slopes red, sweaty, with a runny nose, pick up the ski pole has a kid to drop when we are stuck in the chair lift, dredging Nico-de-la-receipt when returning from a day on the slopes with a hole properly located and visible in the snow pants, using his snowboard as a sled to go down a track, or jump feet enclosed in a pair of Moon Boots. And this little game, Tiphaine is a champion:
Well, I'm back tanned (but not too much), plumped in power and ready to face my future sixth for eleven consecutive weeks with an inspection-bonus gift ^ ^ '
Pfff, strongly in July, here!
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