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First weekend in Chamonix was so amazing we went back for more the next weekend.

Poor Ida was ill so Swedish Madeleine and I drove up Friday night. Madeleine lived there last winter so she showed me around the aprés ski scene. Hung out at the ‘monkey bar’ most of the night, then the Swedish bar- there are so many Swedes in Chamonix and also lots of Anglo-Saxons. Very few french?

The next morning Dani caught the train up and met us on the slopes. Also a Swiss-American guy Mike she met on the train. Snow wasnt as great as the weekend before but it was nice to have Madeleine show us where to go (Chamonix is so huge you could ski all week and still not see everything) We skied the Flegere area which which looked like heaven on Earth.

That night my new friend Chris (Opey we call him cause he’s a peanut farmer from North Carolina) that I met in Amsterdam came over to visit. Back to the monkey bar, the Swedish bar. Hugely fun night. Opey learned a few Swedish pick up lines which he tried out on all the girls. He is the master of accents, so he tried to convince all the Irish and Australian blokes he was one of their own. Dani and I convinced some Australian guys that we were in Geneva on a search for rich husbands. They then told us they own a private island. Mike was the only one dancing in the whole place. Many many laughs. Back to the hostel for more hijinks including a Northern Irish bloke who spoke part English, part Gaelic, part alcohol-induced rambling. Understood about 10% of what he said, but his story of how he got the nickname “Turkey” was the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.

The next day we all skied the Grands Montets area. Our picnic lunch at the top provided spectacular views of the Chamonix valley. Great skiing.

Opey came back to Geneva for a few days. We took a tour of the United Nations. And he joined our usual Thursday night trivia team at Spring Brothers Irish pub. Nice to have someone to speak ’southern’ to.

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