Sunday, July 16, 2006

Buller Trip '06: Michael's Photos.

To my great and uncaring surprise I was able to obtain Michael's photos today. It just had to be the day after I decided to split ski blogs into parts. Ah well, patience is a virtue indeed.

Cam, Tiff and me lazying about on the couch shortly after arriving at the lodge. There is just ridiculous amount of photos of us in the lodge procrastinating about on the couch. It's funny how none of us dared to take a camera when we went skiing, which could've resulted in some skiing pictures. Which is fair enough, seeing as our competence with skiing is extremely low to non-existant.

I'm doing some healthy male reading.

Kyle's Peroni. It's not too bad, but I have to say the aftertaste is rather nasty. It's definately not worth its $60/slab value. Every tastebuds to their own I suppose.

My delicious delicious Corona.

This is a pretty cool shot of both of Kyle and my beers lined up against the window facing outside. Kyle gave away a quite a few of his beers during the week, I wonder how many he actually had himself.

Alex got caught while devouring a Museli bar. This was the highlight of this trip if you ask me.

Josh and Kyle [insert some humorous anecdote about these guys and talk about how much I am superior to these guys.] I think I pretty my used up all my creative talent in my last post so I might just post the photos with limited caption unless I feel like otherwise.

Standard shot of the mountain with Michael's camera, this time with snow. All be it there isn't much of it.

Cam the 'wolfman' heading to the summit in just a t-shirt. That was pretty eXtReMe, walking all the way to and fro summit from the lodge in just a couple of hours. Big freakos. And yes, that is a sock in Cam's pants pocket.

Nice standard shot of the mountain number 2. A good view of the summit.

Cam marking his territory on the mountain. That's a pretty cool thing to do, I reckon, in a bizarro sort of way. Doing a wee wee against a backdrop of the mountain. You'd feel so small and insignificant, especially with the shrinkage you'd cop from being so cold and all.

Cam letting some anger out at an innocent patch of snow.

No description really needed here. Except I'm wondering what Cam can possible see with all the fog around him and why he's standing there posing like one of the Charlie's Angels.

Cam the lonewolf.

Josh and Jin and orgasmic guitar playing.

Kyle and Alex, on a ski lift, sharing some body warmth like the good friends they are.

I forgot until I saw this photo that Josh nosebled while we were playing poker. I think the pressure got to him. Eventhough he claimed that it was because he was too warm and immediately started stripping infront of my face. Again I kicked him in the shins and proceeded to run away.

3 Very nasty shots of vodka. Thank the lord I had a Corona chaser nearby.

I've never seen Kyle so happy in his life.

Josh, Kyle and their typical photo pose.

Ew, and what the fuck.

I don't know.

Sure I look happy, but I also look like a big freak and a psycho.

Everybody loves Michael.

Only Josh's photos to go. Expect even poorer effort.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Buller Trip '06: Cam's Photos.

I was going to wait until I collected photos off everyone and do one mega supremo skiblog but it has become quite clear that's not going to happen anytime soon. So instead I've decided to do it in parts. This means that those who took their camera to the snow get a blog post of their own. Yes, you may cry in joy.

It all began like this; hobo-ing around Ivanhoe Station, waiting for a train. It's pretty obvious from these photos that morning-people are indeed of rarity - everyone looks half asleep; and it wasn't even that early.

Good ol' Mee's Bus. It brings back memories from those truly awful Ivanhoe Ski team days when I had to get up at 5:30am every Sunday just to ski for a couple of hours. The way back was even worse; all cramped together in those tiny bus seats in our sweaty ski gear and wet wet socks. God damn I hate that wet socks sensation. I'm traumatized to this day.

Back to this year's snow trip, here we have a nice looking, standard shot of the mountain. I think it was taken from the verandah of our lodge. It's missing some key ingredients though, like, snow, for example.

The worse thing is that we were completely sober.

My babies - I individually wrapped each bottle in newspaper so they wouldn't break, and thankfully they didn't. Those beers + some more in the fridge would be consumed during the course of the week, and they provided to be the perfect antidote to those tiring days of bumming around the mountain.

Whose feet are they?

Oh Tiff, you're here.

I don't exactly know why I put this up.

The snow wasn't very good. The only runs that were open were BB1, Summit and the first half of Little Buler Spur. So instead of just pointlessly gunning down those piss weak hills with my main tool of the trade (aka the board), I decided to hire a pair of skis and tried to learn something different, which was relatively interesting if not mildly amusing. Kudos to Josh who also abandoned his familiarity with skiing and tried snowboarding.

Nice standard shot no. 2. Also missing snow.

I've never seen Michael so happy...


The lonewolf.

Yes I am playing the guitar. Yes I am giving you the finger. All this bs about only women being able to multitask is, well, bs.

On one of the nights, five of us (I don't exactly remember who) played some intense poker. It ended rather unexpectedly when Josh and I, who were the last two remaining, decided to split the winnings, much to the digust of everyone. Well we won some money, they didn't.

What else was digusting was the injury sustained by Michael. Apparently he had stacked on one of the runs and was trying to get himself together when some random girl rammed her skis unto his knee. When he caught up with us at the bottom of the hill he laughed at how his ski pants were sliced so cleanly at the knee.

He was later to discover that the pants weren't the only thing that was sliced open; but his knee as well. Apparently there was blood going everywhere. This was the result of the accident:

Eww. Ah well, at least the scar will look bad-ass once it heals up. Or like a vagina (as someone commented). We've already given it a name: Vagina Knee, or Kneegina.

So that pretty much ended skiing part of Michael's ski trip, but we did have a pretty huge night on Wednesday down at Kooroora. Let's just say, a fair share of alcohol was consumed and everybody had fun. Except for Alex. Teehee.

You can't tell from this picture, but I'm the more drunk one here.

Josh loves that pose. I love teh sherpa goodness.


Thought I'd better chuck some Cam on there since these are his photos.

Well that's pretty much it for Cam's photos. Everything went down pretty smoothly except for Michael's painful accident.

On the way home.