Another blue bird day with a nice dusting of fresh powder, mmm.... I´m getting too lucky here! I also got to ride with a few pro riders from Holland (yes they do have pro´s in Holland). We hit some nice powder runs and made some trips through the park. One of the riders was a 17 year old girl that was absolutely kicking my ass. Sorry I couldn´t represent the States a little better boys.
My day was cut short however, when I found out the ticket I bought from a friend was no good. I had been riding for half a day before they caught me though, and I got my money back from the guy, so all in all it was a free day with some nice riding.
That night I went out with some guys in the hostal to a private party for ski instructors and equipment promoters. It was held in a cozy little bar which was soon full of people. The drinks were cheap and the music was great. A guy was playing guitar and singing all my favorites, Sublime, Led Zep, Eric Clapton, etc. until the DJ took over and played equally good music. He even played a Katchafire song, one of the best bands to ever come out of New Zealand. At the end of the night I made my way home in a zig zag; I´m still not sure if it was because I´d been boarding all day or because of the last couple liter ´o beers.
The next day was not so beautiful, no new snow and quite cloudy. However, there was absolutely no one on the slopes. I had 100 foot wide groomers all to myself. It was nice to have so much freedom, but an old injury was flaring up. My ankle had been getting more and more swollen over the last few days, and it was pretty much impossible to ride another day. So it was to my dismay that I left the mountain and made my way back down to Santiago.
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