Amanda's chalet sluts, washed up.
getting to Croix De La Fry by midday, just in time for a coffee, a text from Amanda saying they had reached Reims in blizzard conditions and were in a tail back, and to buy a set of afternoon passes to the piste.
The uplift here doesn’t favour boarders with unhelpful lift attendants and very ‘snatchy’ pomas, as well as the dreaded ‘travellators’ , which are a doddle on skis, but a total nightmare for a wobbly boarder like me. Added to that of the 3 remaining uplift options, 1 was for children and their parents, leaving me with the choice of a chairlift that crossed a road or a relatively short poma run. I used both options; the chairlift had a tree route and the poma, a choice of a blue, or powdery red route. Not too shabby for a limited choice.
Now it’s our turn to head home. As we stopped in Thones for journey food, Reblochon, a local cheese, Amanda texted to say they’d reached Calais. They were over 2 hours late for their ferry. Let’s hope we do better.
Needed a stop about 9pm, food plus comfort.
As we circled the hot and cold offerings, an assistant began rearranging the salad bar. We set about serving ourselves salad. I and MeWally got a pretty decent selection, Gerry and Phill were less lucky; what had started as a reshuffle, had turned into a shut down. Gerry came away with about 3 items and paid about a tenner for the privilege. I don’t get French services at all.
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