Hei! Hej! Hi!

So here we go! At the moment i'm just sitting in bed after a day off trying to overcome a bad cold. My throught feels like sandpaper, my head is hotter than the beach i'll be lying on in less than a month and my leg still hurts! All in all, i'd say i'm in a good way and having a good day

Its my second to last week in Kvitfjell. the life here is sweet! The people i live with have all been loyal ghetto soldiers ( the ghetto is what we call our place of rest. As it has no windows and constantly looks like a tip)! I've been skiing as much as possible and can still not get enough! the runs here have all you want from the POW to the park to the piest, and midweek you always have the place to yourself. I have found that nothing beats a hang over more than an awfull run down the olymic slope followed by a good few hours of POW! and of course no day of skiing without afterski/ apresski! Koia is my after ski of choice! koia is run by Lars. He is more vest kant than me but tries to hide it under an aquired fåvang dialect. Here, anyone grownup in a place with more than one pub and a church is from the big smoke! And anywhere outside Norway i so foreign they dont want to know!

Anyhow, lets rip with some stories! there are plenty... The bigest event of Kvitfjell 07/08 was the skiing world cup! Downhill on Friday and Saturday and Super G on Sunday. For the occassion all employees were given a fleece. It's deffinitely the cheapest feece they could get hold of, it looks bad, it feels bad and bad things happen to you when you wear it. Thats why im wearing it now. I'm ill afterall! The world cup got kicked off with the Furuseth party at Ole Christian Furuseths Lodge. There was free beer, tapas, and a live band (not perticulary good, but probably some friends of Ole Christian who did the job for free. Hence more money for beer)! Nicklas (guy who lives bellow me) drove Per (guy who lives beside me) and I. It was a lush lodge with 20 beds plus, jacuzzi, and Ski in/out!. When we entered a waitress served the first beer and the tapas were tapped into! As more people arrived, there was more 'skåling' and therefore more drinking. One thing leads to another and it ended in the usual way with a trip to the little boys room! I stumpled past Lasse Kjus ( The worlds most successfull alpinist) and found the bathroom! Already ocupied by Marcus (a sweede on work experience in the shop), who was 'softing' in the bathtub thinking he'd found the jacuzzi. Back at the party Team America (Bode Millers private ski team after he split from team USA) had entered the building. This naturally gave me two duties. Firstly, to converse with my new friend Bode Millers Swiss coach (he was about 150 cm with long blond hair and his gender is still a mystery to me) and to solve the conundrum of which came first Bode's team or the legendary animation film. In the first duty i provailed with merit, the second less so. I left the party singing 'America f*** Yeah' to everyone with a 'Team America' jacket, and i hope to this day Bode was not one of them! The jurney home is the pinicle of this story! As we failed to find a Nachtspill, Ronja, Per and I hit the Gudbrandgard Hotel bar! Malin and Matilda were ofcourse closing the bar... which seems to be the case everytime i turn up in good spirit! So we down our beers (i think Per might have downed someone elses too ) and began to consider the homeward jurney! As we walked through the entre, Mike (american 60 year old with a suposed PhD, who cleaned and did odd jobs at the Gudbrandsgard) told us he was not driving anyone else home as there was snow on the roads. This left us stranded in a room full of skis and boots. We sat there considering our options and after a few drunken thoughts all simultaiusly came to the only logical conclusion. To steal some skis and boots and ski the olympic slope home! All our boots were too big and all our skis too short. Per left out the skis altogether, as he pronouced skis to be holy and should not be touched. Ronja and I took rental skis. We skied down with boosted confidence, i think i even did some of the run swich, and left Per to slide down using the nets and our shrill shouts to guide him! When we met him at the finish line he successfully managed to jump my ski's but failed to avoid yet another net. The night culminated in a cold beer and an unusualy empty bed!

So there it was, a story to remember and there are many more where that came from. I think i've started this blog thing too late, as there is sooooo much more i have to tell, but there are still 5 months till september and many more adventures ahead!