Then we crossed a huge suspension bridge that joins two continents, the name of which escapes me now, and left Europe behind and said hello to Asia. It was a pretty cool drive along the coast for a while and then the scenery turned progressively more mountainous and the first patches of snow were glimpsed. One stop we made was at this funny service station where there were only men – yes, our troupe of beauties got stared as like it was going out of fashion – and they seemed to have an aversion to turning on the lights. Had a nice cheese/pastry wrap thing though, but refrained from answering a call of nature of the secong kind as they only had those holes in the ground. I’ll spare you the details of what happened last time I tried that, but let’s just say it wasn’t pretty.

Yeah, the drive was supposed to take 3-4 hours but it turned out more like 6. Once we left the highway it was only 28k to the resort, but that 28k passed rather slowly as the bus juddered its way up and around the switchbacks. As we stopped for the drivers to whack on the snow chains, we discovered Basa can throw a mean snowball. Turns out she holds the school record for throwing a cricket ball – 64m! She damn near took Margot’s head off with one of her Slovakian howitzers…

OK, well, nearly time for dinner so I’m out. Actual snowboard journalism will make its entrance tomorrow. If you’re lucky.