It goes without saying that apres ski in Europe is off the chain. Think dancing on tables, schnapps, homosexual singers clad in leopard print leggings, more schnapps, boobie flashing, insane Euro techno and a whole load more schnapps.
If you ever get the chance to do Apres in Austria, do it. If you pick the right place there’ll be fewer British students vomiting and more mental Austrians to marvel at in bewilderment as they chug their sixth beer while singing in the most voluminous and inspiring dunk Austrian voice that’ll grace your ear drums all year.
Oh, and where else on earth would actually encourage drunks to play a game involving a tree stump, hammer and legit nails?