You need to scroll all the way back to the last entry of my last ski blog to understand the title of this one…

The forecast for our last day had been bad for some time so we had almost written it off in our minds. We headed off at the start of the day to see what we could find anyway.

Despite a forecast of heavy snow there were actually some breaks in the cloud. There is something magical about being up in the mountains amongst the clouds, if only it was not so hard to ski! It literally went from whiteout to sunshine and back. One minute you think you have accidentally joined an alpine survival course, the next minute you are feeling overdressed for the beach… My photochromic visor must have been exhausted. Although the rain / snow level was supposed to be 2000m, in the resort (which is 2300m) it was snowing at the top and raining at the bottom.

They won’t be putting that one in the brochure…

Good to know my aging ski gear is still waterproof (I think I said that 5 years ago as well!) however the ski trousers I bought as seconds in a market in Beijing in 1997 fell victim to a splinter on a picnic bench. 3 days of chairlifts later and the duck tape is still fully waterproof… Maybe I can find some tape the right shade of red?

After lunch, the weather deteriorated and even the resort was disappearing, so skiing was abandoned at afternoon coffee.

This gave us an excuse to head to the new VT sports centre swimming pool. The sports centre is called “the board” because the roof is shaped like a snowboard apparently.

For our last meal in VT we headed back to the restaurant we started the week in, which is actually in the same building as our apartment. As far as we can tell a good number of the staff live in the building, we keep bumping into them in the corridors. If you take a wrong turn looking for the ski lockers you end up in the beer cellar! It turns out they do fondues for one… well it would be rude not to…

So tomorrow we run the gauntlet of some riots in Paris again….