After all that skiing it was time for the blue ribbon event of the weekend, the Courchevel Enquirer Beach Volleyball competition. If you imagine the Topgun scene but with slightly more homoerotism. Defending champions MetrosnowÃÂs Team Team took on Jon BryneÃÂs Team Gash, James Gambrill Team Travelplan and Bethony GarnerÃÂs Team badger. With the prerequisite number o
With the absence of last years winner, Alex Moore who rather poorly prioritised her university graduation ahead of another a chance to humiliate the entire group of fellow skiers regardless of their gender, it left the field wide open with over 5 people vying for top spot of the Respect the Mountain Giant Slalom. Natives Iain Martin and TravelplanÃÂs James Gambrill, Last
As the weeks counted down to the second Natives weekender a slight level of in trepidation entered the back of mind. For it would be the first time back on skis since the end of January when I had a nasty coming together with the last gate and some pesky safety netting from the Natives workers race which resulted in the a break of my fibular bone just above the ankle and b
Ahhh Courchevel in the summer, where the ski resort takes a holiday from itÃÂs hectic 5 months winter season, where the relative tranquillity of melting snow and rutting marmottes is drowned out by the drone of cranes and cement mixer trucks. In the centre of 1850 alone there are 6 crane with more planned. As soon as the lifts close the builders arrive and start their re
This is the way the season ends, this is the was the season ends, not with a wimper but with a bang. Other than misquoting TS Elliots ìThe hollow manî how else could you describe the closing night of a Courchevel landmark that is the Jump bar. To make it even more significant it marks the end of a decade being run by Timmo and Janie. Past seasonnaires and employee
Once again Chalet de Pierres did an excellent job hosting the ball. For the first time the snow was of sufficient quality so their snowcat could transport the guests from the Jump without needing a taxi. When the first one arrived up the mountain and a group of penguins leaped out of the cab onto the snow I knew it was going to be good. Truly on a par with anything Le ski
