In sickened rooms burnt.. vicious vacuum.. caught in my throat, gurgling the glass.

I know it has been almost a fortnight since thine last did post a blogment but I shall continue from whence we left our heroes in their last adventure.

Saturday. We woked up upon an hour in the time known as morning and transported ourselves (through the application of walking) up the hill from our tents to the so called "breakfast hall" where most people were eating cereal. But being the massive rebel I am, I had to have uncooked sardines (4) which were still covered in the liquid they seemed to have secreated into the tin they were packed in. Nice and slimy. This delicious meal was infrequented by an apple popper, so my sense of taste and sanity could survive the slime.. When these had been finished I began my snacking upon honey coated cashews. Gathering warmer gear and ski boots, we entered the cars and began the drive from the caravan park to the snow feilds to start the day's skiing. 40 minutes past now and we arrived, the first 100 metres took ten minutes, where we learnt how to go up hill and in straight lines.. complex stuff I know.

The next 5 hours were spent on the same hill, going up and down, getting very wet and sore, in which were included lightening in the distance, partial white-out conditions and lots of rain.

After we were all incredibly wet and soaked we attempted skiing back to the entrance, removed the skis and walked to the nordic hall (a small shelter in the middle of a massive complex of buildings). We placed our skis and stocks (those walking stick shaped things that skiers hold) agianst the wall and took off all that was wet and hung it up to dry. This included discovering my water-proof pants had a huge rip down the middle (probably from splitting my legs on the snow), and in the attempt to remove them, one of the legs ripped off completely. Which eventuated in them being thrown out. We discovered that those hand dryers in bath rooms are a really good way of warming your hands up. And then ate lunch. Or at least, I was going to, before I found sand through my bag. At which someone gave me a bun with salami and cheese upon it. Finishing lunch we walked across to one of the shopping districts where we purchased coke and coffee (balanced diet, I know) and then looked around for about half an hour. Everyone working there seemed to be roughly 12 or 13 years old.. Then we walked back to the nordic centre and tied the skis to the roof of the cars and put the stocks in the back of the cars and then found our seat and drove back to the caravan park. Upon return we placed all of the wet gear in the drying room and I got dressed for the Sauna. Which I must say wasn't actually that warm. Although I think if you leant against the wall it'd look like you'd been lying on a grill. And a prime opportunity to see how fat people are.. and stroke Fletcher.. after half an hour followed by a minute in the cold shower the people in the spa finally got out, whence I entered the spa with a few other people.. after 3 or 4 cycles of the spa I did go to my tent after drying and finally !FREAKING FINALLY! got my phone again. Since that morning.. 9 or 10 hours without texting.. :(

But anyway.. then we got our money and hoppledy poppledy got into the cars for a trip to Jindabyne, to go to the "Bowling club" which initially confused me as I wondered why a restaraunt would be with a ten pin bowling place.. and then realised it wasn't that kind of bowling. It was old peoples bowling. I purchased the soup of the day and the rump steak with vegetables and potato. Due to the only place for drinks to be sold was at the bar, which was illegal for myself to go to.. I had to get one of the people above such an age as 18 to step 30 cm's over the tiles :S to buy me a coke. I also then ordered the garlic bread. Once finished this consumptionarialismtastical feast of mine we drove across and down the road to woolworths. Where I bought 1.2L of Coke, peanut M&M's and a copy of Girlfriend magazine and Cosmopolitan magazine. There are two noticeable differences between these magazines. Girlfriend is of the impression most guys are idiots and girls should stay away from them, and cosmopolitan is of the opinion every guy is a sex addict and that to control them all you need to do is learn particular techniques. I.e. Girlfriend largely opposes sex on the most forward front, and cosmopolitan hails it.

Back at the caravan park again I ate my M&M's and then at 9:30, from everyone being so ridiculously tired, they went to bed, and I went along so as not to disturbe them later, and continued texting. Until sleep. Next Time. The Adventures of Sunday. Which I am planning to post after the meal of dinner. ta-ta.