By Ingrid Prowse, Senior Account Director

Friday 31st August saw the inaugural white ski trip kick off.

Team White (Dirk, Mark, Dom, Mauli, moi <Cannes still rubbing off> , Jacs and Darwin) headed down to the Alps (we don’t call it that here do we… nup) a few weeks ago. Why the delayed post? I’ve been waiting for Mark to cut the GoPro footage he took but, um, it must still be pending wireframe approval. Honestly, U freakin X… They layout of this post is going to freak them out. Heh.

I also said I’d write a post as a thank you to Parky for the $300 tab for drinks… Thanks Parky! Here’s us enjoying $68.75 of that dosh

The road trip kicked off with a few roadies at 5pm and then we bombed down to Cooma, or “Kumer” if you’re Darwin. Some facts about Cooma for our international readers:

Cooma is a town in the south of New South Wales, Australia. It is located 115 km south of the national capital, Canberra, via the Monaro Highway. It is also on the Snowy Mountains Highway, connecting Bega with the Riverina. The town has a population of 6,587. And I swear 6,580 of them are guys. Girls…If you’re looking for a fella – Cooma’s the place for you – or at least the Alpine Hotel is. Actually that massively depends on your “type” but umm…anyway…

The Monaro Highway now has special significance for me. It’s where I picked up this guy:

Awesome.

Sooo – Cooma. Yeah. Cooma. Wow. We found our budget hotel (which looked like something out of a horror movie and from that point on was known as Hostage Hotel) checked in and then headed to Moin (Main with a Cooma accent) St and grabbed some drinks. Then we went back and enjoyed the luxuries of Hostage Hotel:

The next morning was freezing. But that’s a good sign when you’re driving to the snow. We sorted out all our gear and bombed the rest of the way to Thredders.

It didn’t disappoint. Best snow I’ve seen in Oz in years. Yeeeewwwwww.

After a weird change of clothes in the car park, we were set and we skied ALL day. Apart from Darwin…Darwin fell over maybe 349 times in a row and then decided the pub was more his style. So then it was drinks, more drinks, the dice game (heh) and party party in our luxy condo – thanks for sorting the condo Mauls. Jacs ate toilet paper. I chopped my hair off (less than I had in mind). Mark said he’d ski in his pants (he did not). Dom shot a lot of vodka. Dirk had to get breakfast for everyone. Darwin ran down the street in his underpants. Mauli, did you even roll anything bad??? I can’t remember.  We danced (under a blanket??), we jumped on sleeping Dom a number of times, we laughed, we cried… Sadly it all ended with this:

This is my hand the day after the night of the attempted high kick (and that wasn’t the part that even got damaged). Mauls made it, I didn’t. I’m still thinking the height of my high kick bar was set perhaps a little unrealistically, but whatevs. So that kinda killed it for Friday night.

The next day was much of the same – snow, ski, drink, snow, ski, drink – Bec Mangan! Woo, Bec came. Dirk remembered his childhood dream of appearing in Willy Bogner’s “Fire and Ice” ski movie and in turn busted out some German ski gymnastik. EVERYONE reneged on their dice promises and we all ended up pretty hangry and at the Thredders Alpine Hotel for dinner.

Sunday was much of the same: Darwin found his groove (i.e. he actually made it onto the slopes), we skied a half day then bombed it home. Arrgghh, soo tired but so so good.

Trip highlights for me:

- Dirk’s relentless pursuit for “gossips” – “sooo does anyone have any gossips?”, “who has gossips?”, “shall I start with some gossips?”, “why does no one want to talk about gossips? I tried so hard last night…”

- Moin St

- Jacs poles (sorry Jacs – I didn’t mean to leave them behind I promise, they were hidden)

- Darwin buying a new piece of gear every 2 minutes

- Mark disappearing EVERY time just when we were ready to leave

- Dom’s James Bond style skiing

Awesome trip. We’re doing it all again next year. In Italy or Japan apparently… it’s probably cheaper than Thredbo….