Dawn Of The Shred

As the ever eloquent elucidator exemplifies earlier, we are almost on our way to the wonderfully titled Savoie (Savouè d'Avâl) Department in the French Alps, and more specifically to Valmeinier in which we have intentions of laying down long, sweeping carves over the piste, bowls and trees (Rhodri has fine form carving into trees, see the previous post Re-live the fateful day.)

But before we can show the EuroMalingerers the sick moves honed by two seasons of North American Hardcore Shred we need to get there. This does involve driving through idyll, as I imagine the Paris-Lyon leg of our journey will become with the rolling countryside surrounding us. It's the EuroTunnel portion that gets me little anxious - a travel fire extinguisher has been packed just in case.

But of course we jest. We have utmost respect for all things French and German and will be representing the courteous demeanour that our Continental Cousins come to expect of the British. SO great care must be taken not to mention any of the following:

• 'Jokes' about the war (or about the other war (in fact all wars))
  
• Politics
• The Feckin Credit Crunch
  
• Cultural Stereotypes

Which should limit our conversational potential too The Art of Snow, Beer, Food and Merry Making - which is just as it should be.

Adieu